'TIS true, I was a sturdy soldier once, And bravely under Cupid's banners fought: Disbanded now, his service I renounce, My warlike weapons serve for nought. Here! take my helmet, sword, and shield, My bow, my quiver, my artillery; Chloe has beaten me quite out of th' field, And leads me in captivity. Great Venus! thou that know'st what I have been, How able, and how true a friend to smocks! Revenge my quarrel on th' imperious quean, And pay her with a pox! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL; WRITTEN IN GERMANY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ODE INSCRIBED TO W.H. CHANNING by RALPH WALDO EMERSON UPON THE SAYING THAT MY VERSES WERE MADE BY ANOTHER by ANNE KILLIGREW THE LAY OF THE OLD WOMAN CLOTHED IN GREY; A LEGEND OF DOVER by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM AT THE GRAVE OF DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL MY MOTHER by GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE THE GIFT by ALICE EWING BLACKWELL |