WELL to think, to write with ease Verses that the hearers please, Three delights of mind be these. God to love, your land, your dame, These the soul's three joys I name, Plunge it in this triple flame. Dance, and sounds of horns afar, Feasts and concords soft and rare, These three joys of body are. Joys of body, soul, and mind, All are for our wealth designed, Plunge in flames of each combined. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRACELET: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: FEBRUARY by EDMUND SPENSER THE BEGGAR MAID [AND KING COPHETUA] by ALFRED TENNYSON THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 20 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH FIRST NEWS FROM VILLAFRANCA by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING EUROPA by WILLIAM JOHNSON CORY AT EVENTIDE; C. N. - DIED APRIL, 1857 by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |