Shall Selim's hope be buried in the dust? And Bajazet triumph over his fall? Then oh, thou blindful mistress of mishap, Chief patroness of Rhamus' golden gates, I will advance my strong revenging hand, And pluck thee from thy ever-turning wheel. Mars, or Minerva, Mahound, Termagunt, Or whosoe'er you are that fight 'gainst me, Come, and but show yourselves before my face, And I will rend you all like trembling reeds. Well, Bajazet, though Fortune smile on thee, And deck thy camp with glorious victory; Though Selimus now conquered by thee Is fain to put his safety in swift flight; Yet so he flies, that like an angry ram He'll turn more fiercely than before he came. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTAVES: 8 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ODE TO SIMPLICITY by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) FARRAGUT by WILLIAM TUCKEY MEREDITH BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE FIRST SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. O LOVE - TO WHOM THE POETS by EDWARD CARPENTER |