THAT frown, Aminta, now hath drown'd Thy bright front's power, and crown'd Me that was bound. No, no, deceived cruel, no; Love's fiery darts, Till tipp'd with kisses, never kindle hearts. Adieu, weak beauteous tyrant, see! Thy angry flames meant me Retort on thee: For know, it is decreed, proud fair, I ne'er must die By any scorching, but a melting eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLOUGHER [OR PLOWER] by PADRAIC COLUM LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE by ALFRED TENNYSON BILLY, HE'S IN TROUBLE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS RETURN by KENNETH SLADE ALLING BEHIND TIME by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |