MADAM, Since every place you bless, the name This book assumes may justlier claim, (What more a court than where you shine? And where your soul, what more divine?) You may, perhaps, doubt at first sight, That it usurps upon your right; And praising virtues, that belong To you, in others, doth yours wrong; No; 'tis yourself you read, in all Perfections earlier ages call Their own; all glories they e'er knew Were but faint prophecies of you. You then have here sole interest whom 'tis meant As well to entertain, as represent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHERMAN'S IN SAVANNAH [DECEMBER 22, 1864] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE CAVALIER'S SONG by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 8. THE EVICTION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM BE DRUNK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SONNET: POOR LISA by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE GREY MONK by WILLIAM BLAKE THE CAPTAIN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |