FROM thy pale look while angry love doth seem With more imperiousness to give his law Than where he blushingly doth beg esteem, We may observe pi'd beauty in such awe, That the brav'st colour under her command, Affrighted, oft before you doth retire, While, like a statue of yourself, you stand In such symmetric form as doth require No lustre but his own. As then in vain One should flesh-colouring to statues add, So were it to your native white a stain, If it in other ornaments were clad Than what your rich proportions do give, Which in a boundless fair being unconfin'd, Exalted in your soul so seem to live That they become an emblem of your mind, That so who to your orient white should join Those fading qualities most eyes adore, Were but like one, who, gilding silver coin, Gave but occasion to suspect it more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INCOGNITA OF RAPHAEL by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER LEISURE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD: SONG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE MARCH OF XERXES by LUIGI ALAMANNI THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 3 by ALFRED AUSTIN THE OUTLAW'S SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE |