1. THESE fair limbs, of size so massive, Of colossal womanhood, Now are, in a yielding mood, Under my embraces passive. Had I, with unbridled passion, Trusting in my strength drawn near, I had soon had cause for fear! She had thrashed me in strange fashion. How her bosom, neck, throat charm me (Higher I can scarcely see); Ere alone l'd with her be, Pray I that she may not harm me. 2. 'TWAS in the Bay of Biscay That she first saw the light; Two kittens in the cradle She squeezed to death outright. Across the Pyrenees she With feet uncover'd ran; Then for her size gigantic Was shown at Perpignan. She's now the grandest dame in The Faubourg Saint-Denis, Where unto small Sir William Some thousand pounds costs she. 3. OFTEN when I am with thee, Much-beloved and noble lady, The remembrance steals o'er me Of Bologna's market shady. There a massive fount doth stand -- 'Tis the Giants' Fountain pretty -- With a Neptune, by the hand Of Giovanni of that city. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA-GRAVE by SARA TEASDALE THE COMING STORM' (A PICTURE BY R. S. GIFFORD) by HERMAN MELVILLE IN APIA BAY by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO HIS WIFE by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS |