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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MISS GEORGIANA CARTERET, by AMBROSE PHILIPS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Little charm of placid mien Last Line: And the new-fledged birds are singing. Alternate Author Name(s): Phillips, Ambrose; Nam-by-pam-by Subject(s): Children; Childhood | |||
LITTLE charm of placid mien, Miniature of Beauty's Queen, Numbering years, a scanty nine, Stealing hearts without design, Young inveigler, fond in wiles, Prone to mirth, profuse in smiles, Yet a novice in disdain, Pleasure giving without pain, Still caressing, still caressed, Thou and all thy lovers blessed, Never teased, and never teasing, Oh for ever pleased and pleasing! Hither, British Muse of mine, Hither, all the Grecian Nine, With the lovely Graces Three, And your promised nursling see: Figure on her waxen mind Images of life refined; Make it as a garden gay, Every bud of thought display, Till, improving year by year, The whole culture shall appear, Voice, and speech, and action, rising, All to human sense surprising. Is the silken web so thin As the texture of her skin? Can the lily and the rose Such unsullied hue disclose? Are the violets so blue As her veins exposed to view? Do the stars in wintry sky Twinkle brighter than her eye? Has the morning lark a throat Sounding sweeter than her note? Who e'er knew the like before thee? They who knew the nymph that bore thee. From thy pastime and thy toys, From thy harmless cares and joys, Give me now a moment's time: When thou shalt attain thy prime, And thy bosom feel desire, Love the likeness of thy sire, One ordained through life to prove Still thy glory, still thy love. Like thy sister, and like thee, Let thy nurtured daughters be: Semblance of the fair who bore thee. Trace the pattern set before thee, Where the Liffy meets the main, Has thy sister heard my strain; From the Liffy to the Thames, Minstrel echoes, sing their names, Wafting to the willing ear Many a cadence sweet to hear, Smooth as gently breathing gales O'er the ocean and the vales, While the vessel calmly glides O'er the level glassy tides, While the summer flowers are springing, And the new-fledged birds are singing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE TO CHARLOTTE PULTENEY [IN HER MOTHER'S ARMS] by AMBROSE PHILIPS ODE: TO MISS MARGARET PULTENEY, DAUGHTER OF DANIEL, IN THE NURSERY by AMBROSE PHILIPS |
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