In nature apt to like, when I did see, Beauties, which were of many carats fine, My boiling sprites did thither soon incline, And, love, I thought that I was full of thee. But finding not those restless flames in me Which others said did make their souls to pine, I thought those babes of some pin's hurt did whine, By my love judging what love's pain might be. But while I thus with this young lion played, Mine eyes (shall I say cursed or blessed?) beheld Stella: now she is named, need more be said? In her sight I a lesson new have spelled; I now have learned love right, and learned even so As who by being poisoned doth poison know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FAREWELL by GEORGE GASCOIGNE THE MOWER'S SONG by ANDREW MARVELL SAGE COUNSEL by ARTHUR THOMAS QUILLER-COUCH CHARACTERS: ELIZABETH RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HIGH SUMMER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE TROUBLED SPIRIT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MY SON'S SON TO HIS SON'S SON - PERHAPS by MABEL RUTHERFORD BRIDGES |