Whilste all on fyre victorius Rome blazed wastinge her stately frontes to pale asshes And that the wretched Romaynes amasede with clamorous showtes wayled their losses Nero insatiable off Crueltye gasinge from hye theratt laughedd for Joye And to recorde his hatefull Tyrannye tryumphantlye sange the burnynge off Troye Even so the mercyleste this day that lyvethe to see my harte flamynge fyndes Contentment To heare mee sorrowe alas shee smylethe her fayre Eyes glorye moste in my tormente And shewinge her Rigor to the worldes sighte Shee singes those plaintes that I weepinge do write. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: IN ABSENCE FROM BECCHINA by CECCO ANGIOLIERI DA SIENA THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE MAID'S LAMENT; ELIZABETHAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SOLILOQUIES OF A SMALL-TOWN TAXI-DRIVER: ON THE EMOTIONS by EDGAR BARRATT RUE DU BOIS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |