(AND FOUND ON A GLASS-WINDOW AT CHALFONT) (IN IMITATION OF MILTON) Fair Mirrour of foul Times! whose fragile Sheene Shall as it blazeth, break; while Providence (Aye watching o'er his Saints with Eye unseen,) Spreads the red Rod of angry Pestilence, To sweep the wicked and their Counsels hence; Yea all to break the Pride of lustful Kings, Who Heaven's Lore reject for brutish Sense; As erst he scourg'd Gessides' Sin of yore For the fair Hittite, when on Seraph's Wings He sent him War, or Plague, or Famine sore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WOODS IN WINTER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BEETHOVEN'S SEVENTH SYMPHONY by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: EURIPIDES by ARISTOPHANES NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 25 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT EAGER SPRING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY LITTLEHOLME; FOR J.S. AND A.W.S. by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE SONG OF CAPTIVE ISRAEL by MARY ELIZABETH BROOKS TWO SKETCHES: 2. A.B. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ASOLANDO: FLUTE-MUSIC, WITH AN ACCOMPANIMENT by ROBERT BROWNING |