THE Cloud that frowns on what we prize Endears it but the more It gains new lustre in our eyes When once the Storm is o'er. Since George escap'd the mad design That threaten'd us with Night The Royal Virtues seem to shine With more resplendent light. So when the dread Eclipse is gone The happy Persians gaze Upon their Deity the Sun And give him double Praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON THE IMAGE OF DEATH by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE 'STAY AT HOME'S' PLAINT, 1878 by GEORGE AUGUSTUS BAKER JR. SEEN IN TWILIGHT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MAY'S LOVE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 12. THE BOOK AND THE RING by ROBERT BROWNING FRAGMENT OF AN ODE TO PRINCE CHARLES by ROBERT BURNS |