FALSE though she be to me and love, I'll ne'er pursue revenge; For still the charmer I approve, Though I deplore her change. In hours of bliss we oft have met: They could not always last; And though the present I regret, I'm grateful for the past. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT DOVER CLIFFS, JULY 20, 1787 by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES TO HIS MISTRESS by ABRAHAM COWLEY THE BLUE AND THE GRAY by FRANCIS MILES FINCH LOST AND FOUND by GEORGE MACDONALD POLLY by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS |