THE lily cheek, the "purple light of love," The liquid lustre of the melting eye— Mary! of these the poet sung, for these Did woman triumph. With no angry frown View this degrading conquest! At that age No Maid of Arc had snatched from coward man The avenging sword of freedom; woman-kind Recorded then no Roland's martyrdom; No Corde's angel and avenging arm Had sanctified again the murderer's name, As erst when Cæsar perished: yet some strains May even adorn this theme, befitting me To offer, nor unworthy thy regard. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY SNAKES, MONGOOSES, SNAKE-CHARMERS, AND THE LIKE by MARIANNE MOORE THE SENSITIVE PLANT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY S. JAMES BP. OF JERUSALEM by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO PERCY BUCK by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |