That we the loss might know, and thou our love, Great heaven did well, to give ill fame free wing; Which though it did but panic terror prove, And far beneath least pause of such a king, Yet give thy jealous subjects leave to doubt: Who this thy 'scape from rumour gratulate, No less than if from peril; and devout, Do beg thy care unto thy after-state. For we, that have our eyes still in our ears, Look not upon thy dangers, but our fears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AUTUMN MORNING AT CAMBRIDGE by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD SETTING SAIL by EMILY DICKINSON IDLENESS by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL SKIPPER IRESON'S RIDE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |