To those that (with a squint malignant eye) At this great wracke do fleering gestures glaunce: (If such there be) my Muse doe thou replye. Those viprous harts that feast on state mischaunce, Are loathsome birds that theire owne nests defile, Whose hell-hatcht hoaps heavens vengance will beguile. But as for those, whom ignoranc so blinds, To count this Poeme Idle Ballatrye Because themselves with hood-winckt blunddringe mynds Cannot discearne a vailed misterye. Bid such dymme sighted Owles goe learne againe, What morales AEsops-fables do containe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: FAME by ROBERT BROWNING A RENUNCIATION by EDWARD DE VERE AN HYMN IN HONOUR OF BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER TO A SNOWFLAKE by FRANCIS THOMPSON TO FOREIGN LANDS by WALT WHITMAN MEDITATION AT KEW by ANNA WICKHAM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 64. AL-KAIYUM by EDWIN ARNOLD TO A LADY, WITH SOME PAINTED FLOWERS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |