TELL me, where doth @3Whiteness@1 grow, Not on Bedds of Scythian Snow; Nor on Alabaster Hills; Nor in Canaans milkie Rills; Nor the dainty living Land Of a young Queen's Breast or Hand; Nor on Cygnets lovely necks; Nor in Lap of Virgin Wax; Nor upon the soft & sleek Pillows of the Lillies Cheek; Nor the pretious smileing Heirs Of the Mornings Perlie tears; Nor the silver-shaming Grace Of the Moons unclowded Face: No; All these Candors Are but the handsome Slanders Cast on the Name of genuine @3WHITENES,@1 which Doth Thee alone, fair CHASTITIE, inrich. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 1 by STEPHEN CRANE CLARE'S DRAGOONS by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS TROUBLE IN DE KITCHEN by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY BLESSINGS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER EPITAPH ON GOODMAN HURST OF THE GEORGE AT HORSHAM by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |