@3Greatest in thy wars, Greater in thy peace, Dread Elizabeth; Our muse only truth, Figments cannot use, Thy rich name to deck That itself adorns: But should now this age Let all poesy feign, Feigning poesy could Nothing feign at all Worthy half thy fame.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF A PHOTOGRAPHER by KAREN SWENSON THE WINDING BANKS OF ERNE; OR, THE EMIGRANT'S ADIEU TO HIS BIRTHPLACE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE LOST MISTRESS by ROBERT BROWNING THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE THE PITY OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ANTIQUE JEWELER by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER IN A LETTER TO A.R.C. ON HER WISHING TO BE CALLED ANNA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |