Cherry-lipt Adonis in his snowie shape, Might not compare with his pure Ivorie white, On whose faire front a Poets pen may write, Whose rosiate red excels the crimson grape, His love-enticing delicate soft limbs, Are rarely fram'd t'intrap poore gazing eies: His cheekes, the Lillie and Carnation dies, With lovely tincture which Apolloes dims. His lips ripe strawberries in Nectar wet, His mouth a Hive, his tongue a hony-combe, Where Muses (like Bees) make their mansion. His teeth pure Pearle in blushing Correll set. Oh how can such a body sinne-procuring, Be slow to love, and quicke to hate, enduring? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYER AT SUNRISE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE INVITATION by GEORGE HERBERT THE HOUSEKEEPER by CHARLES LAMB THE VOICE OF THE RAIN by WALT WHITMAN PSALM 23. DOMINUS REGIT ME by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MILLCREEK by MATTIE-LOU BLACKWOOD |