I YIELD, I yield! Divine Althaea, see How prostrate at thy feet I bow, Fondly in love with my captivity, So weak am I, so mighty thou! Not long ago I could defy, Arm'd with wine and company, Beauty's whole artillery: Quite vanquish'd now by thy miraculous charms, Here, fair Althaea, take my arms, For sure he cannot be of human race, That can resist so bright, so sweet a face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CEMETERY BY THE SEA by PAUL VALERY SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 14. OVER THE COFFIN by THOMAS HARDY COMFORT [TO A YOUTH THAT HAD LOST HIS LOVE] by ROBERT HERRICK AGAMEMNON: THE SACRIFICE OF IPHIGENIA. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS TO THE FONT-GEORGES by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE STANZAS, COMPOSED WHILE WALKING ON WARREN HILL, EARLY SUMMER'S MORNING by BERNARD BARTON |