LOOK thou yonder, look and tremble, Thou whose passion swells so high; See those ruins! that resemble Flocks of camels as they lie. 'T was a fair but froward city, Bidding tribes and chiefs obey, Till he came, who, deaf to pity, Tost the imploring arm away. Spoil'd and prostrate, she lamented What her pride and folly wrought: But was ever Pride contented, Or would Folly e'er be taught? Strong are cities; Rage o'erthrows 'em; Rage o'erswells the gallant ship; Stains it not the cloud-white bosom, Flaws it not the ruby lip? All that shields us, all that charms us, Brow of ivory, tower of stone, Yield to Wrath; another's harms us, But we perish by our own. Night may send to rave and ravage Panther and hyena fell; But their manners, harsh and savage, Little suit the mild gazelle. When the waves of life surround thee, Quenching oft the light of love, When the clouds of doubt confound thee, Drive not from thy breast the dove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WERE I BUT HIS OWN WIFE by ELLEN MARY PATRICK DOWNING REVELATION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE. 6. IN THE CEMETERY by THOMAS HARDY IN HOSPITAL: 2. WAITING by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE REVENGE OF RAIN-IN-THE-FACE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 3 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE FLIGHT OF TIME by J. K. BLAKE TAKE YOUR CHOICE: NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY WOULD SPEAK ... THIS MANNER by BERTON BRALEY |