Skill'd in each art to fan the lover's fire, And nurse the tender buds of young desire; Soft smiles, whose dimpling eddies smoothly play And suck in careless hearts, an easy prey. The pensive languor, mix'd with sprightly ease, And graceful pride, and manners form'd to please; Ambiguous looks, that nourish doubtful care, Faint gleams of hope, that just prevent despair, Soft winning speech, and more prevailing sighs, With the dumb eloquence of charming eyes: While shifting still o'er Beauty's radiant form The Proteus robe of grace improves each charm. Fly, fly the dangers of so sweet a face And if you would not love forbear to gaze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |