O thou Torquatus, the space to Tipperarium is (many) thousand of paces, a wide distance in the travelling. The space to Tipperarium is (many) thousand of paces toward the propinquity to the most sweet virgin of whom knowledge is to me. Farewell, O (thou) Piccadillium! Farewell, O rectangle of (the consul) Lestertius! The space to Tipperarium is (many) thousand of paces, yet, moreover, my heart at that location is present. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ECHO FROM WILLOW-WOOD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE EVE OF BUNKER HILL [JUNE 16, 1775] by CLINTON SCOLLARD SONNET: 9. TO THE RIVER LODON by THOMAS WARTON THE YOUNGER THE SWORD by ABU BAKR OF MARRAKESH A SWING SONG by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM BALLAD OF THE SABRE CROSS AND 7 by IRVING BACHELLER THREE GUESTS by ETHEL SKIPTON BARRINGER IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE COURT OF PENANCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |