THOU oft hast seen me boldly strive with those, -- Both spectacled old fop and painted dame, -- Who gladly would destroy my honest name, And gladly see my last expiring throes. Thou oft hast seen how pedants round me close, How fools with cap and bells my life defame, How poisonous serpents gnaw my sinking frame, Whilst from a thousand wounds my life-blood flows. But firm as any tower there stood thy form; Thy head a lighthouse was amid the storm, Thy faithful heart a haven was for me; Though round that haven roars the raging main, And few the ships the landing place that gain, Once there, we slumber in security. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARCO BOZZARIS by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK FANCY, FR. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 88. AL-MUGHNI by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALM 122 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE GREY MONK by WILLIAM BLAKE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 40 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 111 by BLISS CARMAN |