Lesbia forever on me rails. To talk of me she never fails. Now, hang me, but for all her art, I find that I have gained her heart. My proof is this: I plainly see The case is just the same with me; I curse her every hour sincerely, Yet, hang me, but I love her dearly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THAT NATURE IS A HERACLITEAN FIRE & OF THE COMFORT OF THE RESURRECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS BY THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES AT CHARING CROSS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON OLD POETS by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE BERG (A DREAM) by HERMAN MELVILLE THE NIGHT [NICHT] IS NEAR [NIGH] GONE by ALEXANDER MONTGOMERIE THE GRAPE-VINE SWING by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS THE BARTHOLDI STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ANDRE'S LAST REQUEST [OR, REQUEST TO WASHINGTON] [OCTOBER 1, 1780] by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |