INGENIOUS swain! that highly dost adorn Clear Tavy! on whose brink we both were born! Just praise in me would ne'er be thought to move From thy sole worth, but from my partial love. Wherefore I will not do thee so much wrong, As by such mixture to allay thy song. But while kind strangers rightly praise each grace Of thy chaste Muse, I (from the happy place That brought thee forth, and thinks it not unfit To boast now that it erst bred such a wit) Would only have it known I much rejoice To hear such matters sung by such a voice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BURNS OF GETTYSBURG by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ON SOME LINES OF LOPE DE VEGA by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE WALKER OF THE SNOW by CHARLES DAWSON SHANLY IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE MARRIAGE OF GERAINT by ALFRED TENNYSON YOU MAY REMEMBER by LULU PIPER AIKEN THE CARPERS (AN ASPECT) by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |