Go, wailing verse, the infants of my love, Minerva-like brought forth without a mother; Present the image of the cares I prove, Witness your father's grief exceeds all other. Sigh out a story of her cruel deeds With interrupted accents of despair, A monument that whosoever reads May justly praise and blame my loveless fair. Say her disdain hath dried up my blood, And starved you, in succors still denying; Press to her eyes, importune me some good; Waken her sleeping pity with your crying. Knock at that hard heart, beg till you have moved her; And tell th' unkind how dearly I have loved her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAPOLEON by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ON VISITING THE TOMB OF BURNS by JOHN KEATS IDYLLS OF THE KING: BALIN AND BALAN by ALFRED TENNYSON STORM AT SEA (2) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE WORLD'S TRIUMPHS by MATTHEW ARNOLD AN UNANSWERABLE APOLOGY FOR THE RICH by MARY BARBER |