Amyntas! whilst you Have an art to subdue, And can conquer a heart with a look or a smile; You pitiless grow, And no faith will allow; 'Tis the glory you seek when you rifle the spoil. Your soft warring eyes, When prepared for the prize, Can laugh at the aids of my feeble disdain; You can humble the foe, And soon make her to know, Though she arms her with pride, that her efforts are vain. But, shepherd! beware, Though a victor you are, A tyrant was never secure on his throne; Whilst proudly you aim New conquests to gain, Some hard-hearted nymph may return you your own! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOMES OF ENGLAND by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS TRUST by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE GEOGRAPHER'S GLORY; OR, THE GLOBE IN 1730 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ANTHEM OF DAWN by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN HILL-WOMAN by VERNONA CHALMERS |