OAKELEY, whenas the bass you beat In that tremendous way, I still could fancy at your feet A dreadful lion lay. Askance he views the petulant scores, But, when you touch a rib, he roars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 1. THE BALLAD-SINGER by THOMAS HARDY SEA SLUMBER-SONG by RODEN BERKELEY WRIOTHESLEY NOEL THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 78. BODY'S BEAUTY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MYSTIC by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THE EPITAPH OF RAPHAEL by PIETRO BEMBO NOVEMBER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A VISION OF VIRGINS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |