The Assyrian King in peace, with foul desire And filthy lusts, that stained his regal heart In war that should set princely hearts on fire: Did yield, vanquished for want of martial art. The dint of swords from kisses seemed strange: And harder, than his lady's side, his targe: From glutton feasts, to soldier's fare a change: His helmet, far above a garland's charge. Who scarce the name of manhood did retain, Drenched in sloth, and womanish delight, Feeble of spirit, impatient of pain: When he had lost his honour, and his right: Proud, time of wealth, in storms appalled with dread, Murdered himself, to show some manful deed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAMING CIRCLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LITTLE BLACK BOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS DAY (2) by JOHN BYROM BLIND by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD GUINEVERE TO LANCELOT by ROBERT BATSON |