ON Dido's famous image, friend, you stare, I am her portrait shining heavenly fair; And fair was I, yet schemed not to allure As you hear sung; the fame I got was pure. I never saw AEneas, neither came To Africa while Troy went up in flame; But fleeing fierce Iarbas for my lord Into my breast I plunged the two-edged sword. Why gird me, Muse, with Virgil? the chaste saint Levelling his lies against my self-restraint! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATHAN HALE [SEPTEMBER 22, 1776] by FRANCIS MILES FINCH OF THE DAY ESTIVALL by ALEXANDER HUME CORINNA TO TANAGRA, FROM ATHENS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MOURNING WOMEN by MATHILDE BLIND SHEET LIGHTNING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO AN ASTRONOMER by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |