Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LION OF FLORENCE, by GEORGE DONALD First Line: In the fair city of florence, on a time Last Line: Then slowly on its way it quietly went. Subject(s): Animals; Babies; Lions; Infants | ||||||||
IN the fair city of Florence, on a time, Were gather'd once, brought from a distant clime, Nature's wild denizens. It chanced one day, Escaped, a lion roam'd the public way. Amid the terror and disorder spread, A frantic mother with her infant fled. Oh, how can words that mother's anguish tell, When from her arms the precious burden fell! At the same instant, horrified, she saw Her child beneath the monster's hungry jaw! Aghast and motionless, as marble fixed, She stood. 'Twas but a moment thus, the next By fear o'ercome, by fear restor'd to sense, -- O charm of love! frenzy sublime, intense! -- Upon her knees she sank -- "My child, my child -- Give me my boy!" she cried in accents wild. Was it a miracle? the piteous cries Moved the fierce beast: it turn'd on her its eyes, Seem'd to divine a mother's heart implor'd That her dear babe might be to her restor'd; Rais'd tenderly the infant from the street And laid the darling treasure at her feet; Look'd on the child, now smiling and content, Then slowly on its way it quietly went. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET TO HIS BABY SON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BABYHOOD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN INFANCY by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG BALLAD OF THE LAYETTE by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM A TOAST FOR LITTLE IRON MIKE by PAUL MARIANI THE PAMPERING OF LEORA by THYLIAS MOSS ONE FOR ALL NEWBORNS by THYLIAS MOSS IN THE THRIVING SEASON by LISEL MUELLER THE DAYS THAT ARE NO MORE by GEORGE DONALD A VISION UPON [THIS CONCEIT] OF THE FAERIE QUEENE (1) by WALTER RALEIGH |
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