HER jealous husband an adultress gave Cold poisons, which too weak she thought for's grave. A fatal dose of quicksilver then she Mingles, to haste his double destiny. Now whilst within themselves they are at strife, The deadly potion yields to that of life, And straight from th' hollow stomach both retreat To th' slipp'ry pipes known to digested meat. Strange care o'th' gods! the murth'ress doth avail; So when fates please, ev'n double poisons heal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITHOUT CEREMONY by THOMAS HARDY GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR ENOCH ARDEN by ALFRED TENNYSON THREE FLOWERS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON LYDIA DISTRACTED; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 20. 'SONG IS NOT DEAD' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) S. BARNABAS by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |