See how the stubborne damzell doth deprave My simple meaning with disdaynfull scorne, And by the bay which I unto her gave Accoumpts my self her captive quite forlorne. The bay (quoth she) is of the victours borne, Yielded them by the vanquisht as theyr meeds, And they therewith doe poetes heads adorne, To sing the glory of their famous deedes. But sith she will the conquest challeng needs, Let her accept me as her faithfull thrall, That her great triumph, which my skill exceeds, I may in trump of fame blaze over all. Then would I decke her head with glorious bayes, And fill the world with her victorious prayse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE WHILE by SARA TEASDALE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 9. VILLA SEBELLONI, BELLAGGIO by SARA TEASDALE SONNET: ON FAME (1) by JOHN KEATS SONNET: 24. THE STREET by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE BELLS OF SHANDON by FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHONY |