As good to write, as for to lie and groan. O Stella dear, how much thy power hath wrought, That hast my mind, none of the basest, brought My still kept course, while others sleep, to moan. Alas, if from the height of virtue's throne Thou canst vouchsafe the influence of a thought Upon a wretch, that long thy grace hath sought; Weigh then how I by thee am overthrown: And then, think thus: although thy beauty be Made manifest by such a victory, Yet noblest conquerors do wrecks avoid. Since then thou hast so far subdued me, That in my heart I offer still to thee, O, do not let thy temple be destroyed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON DEWEY AT MANILA [MAY 1, 1898] by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER LE MARAIS DU CYNGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH BROTHER GENE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG WRITTEN ON A MARBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BASSE |