So far as I conceive the World's rebuke To him address'd who would recast her new, Not from herself her fame of strength she took, But from their weakness, who would work her rue. 'Behold,' she cries, 'so many rages lull'd, So many fiery spirits quite cool'd down: Look how so many valours, long undull'd, After short commerce with me, fear my frown. Thou too, when thou against my crimes wouldst cry, Let thy foreboded homage check thy tongue.'-- The World speaks well: yet might her foe reply-- 'Are wills so weak? then let not mine wait long. Hast thou so rare a poison? let me be Keener to slay thee, lest thou poison me.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE GIFT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY FALSE FRIEND by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM A CHARACTER OF JOHN MORT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO WISDOM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |