"TAKE physic, Pomp!" Look on that noble brow, Of what avail thy garish splendours now— The crown of Empire, worn for three short years, Ending in madness, murder, blood, and tears? Of stately form and mien, high-soul'd and brave— From anarchy, misrule, and strife to save He came. Deserted and deceived, he failed— And fell, by two-fold treachery assailed. Unhappy Charlotte! Ah, the "weeping blood In woman's heart" wells up into a flood Of tender pity, while kind angels shed Celestial tears on thy devoted head! Oh, hapless victim, offered at the shrine Of false ambition! more than death was thine, When blank despair rung hope's expiring knell Upon thine ear, till reason reeled and fell! Allured to southern climes—oh, ill-starred pair!— By hope's deluding meretricious glare— An @3ignis fatuus,@1 dazzling to betray, Ye followed, fell, and perished in the way! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GOODNIGHT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SIGN OF THE CROSS by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN SONNET: 2 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IDYLLS OF THE KING: TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON SHEEP AND LAMBS by KATHARINE TYNAN THE SINGER IN THE PRISON by WALT WHITMAN |