OFT you have ask'd me, Granville, why Of late I heave the frequent sigh? Why, moping, melancholy, low, From supper, commons, wine, I go? Why bows my mind, by care oppress'd; By day no peace, by night no rest? Hear, then, my friend, and ne'er you knew A tale so tender, and so true -- Hear what, tho' shame my tongue restrain My pen with freedom shall explain. Say, Granville, do you not remember, About the middle of November, When Blenheim's hospitable lord Received us at his cheerful board; How fair the Ladies Spencer smiled, Enchanting, witty, courteous, mild? And mark'd you not, how many a glance Across the table, shot by chance From fair Eliza's graceful form, Assail'd and took my heart by storm? And mark'd you not, with earnest zeal, I ask'd her, if she'd have some veal? And how, when conversation's charms Fresh vigour gave to love's alarms, My heart was scorch'd, and burnt to tinder, When talking to her at the @3winder?@1 These facts premised, you can't but guess The cause of my uneasiness, For you have heard, as well as I, That she'll be married speedily; And then -- my grief more plain to tell -- Soft cares, sweet tears, fond hopes, -- farewell! But still, tho' false the fleeting dream, Indulge awhile the tender theme, And hear, had fortune yet been kind, How bright the prospect of the mind. O! had I had it in my power To wed her -- with a suited dower -- And proudly bear the beauteous maid To Saltrum's venerable shade, -- Or if she liked not woods at Saltrum, Why, nothing easier then to alter 'em, -- Then had I tasted bliss sincere, And happy been from year to year. How changed this scene! for now, my Granville, Another match is on the anvil, And I, a widow'd dove, complain, And feel no refuge from my pain -- Save that of pitying Spencer's sister, Who's lost a lord, and gained a @3Mister@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONFLICT by CECIL DAY LEWIS HYSTERIA by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK THE MODERN MOTHER by ALICE MEYNELL SONG (10) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE CONVENT THRESHOLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 25 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON |