(presenting to her Mother St. JOHN's Head in a Charger, also Painted by her self) Behold, dear Mother, who was late our Fear, Disarm'd and Harmless, I present you here; The Tongue tied up, that made all Jewry quake, And which so often did our Greatness shake; No Terror sits upon his Awful Brow, Where Fierceness reign'd, there Calmness triumphs now; As Lovers use, he gazes on my Face, With Eyes that languish, as they sued for Grace; Wholly subdu'd by my Victorious Charms, See how his Head reposes in my Arms. Come, joyn then with me in my just Transport, Who thus have brought the Hermite to the Court. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINOSAUR NATIONAL by KAREN SWENSON TOM BOWLING ['S EPITAPH] by CHARLES DIBDIN IN A LIBRARY by EMILY DICKINSON A NEGRO LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE FARM CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE ASSAULT HEROIC by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES |