WHILST others proclaim This nymph or that swain, Dearest Nelly the lovely I'll sing; She shall grace every verse, I'll her beauties rehearse, Which lovers can't think an ill thing. Her eyes shine as bright As stars in the night, Her complexion divinely is fair; Her lips, red as a cherry, Would a hermit make merry, And black as a coal is her hair. Her breath, like a rose, Its sweets does disclose, Whenever you ravish a kiss; Like ivory enchased, Her teeth are well placed, An exquisite beauty she is. Her plump breasts are white, Delighting the sight, There Cupid discovers her charms; Oh! spare then the rest, And think of the best; 'Tis heaven to die in her arms. She's blooming as May, Brisk, lively, and gay, The Graces play all round about her; She's prudent and witty, Sings wondrously pretty, And there is no living without her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RHODORA: ON BEING ASKED, WHENCE IS THE FLOWER? by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE POTATOES' DANCE by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY A NEW BIRTH by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG WITH MY FANCY by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT THE WATER-SPRINGS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MR. CROMEK TO MR. STOTHARD by WILLIAM BLAKE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 29 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |