I WOULD I were that portly [or, reverend] gentleman, With gold-laced hat and golden-headed cane, Who hangs in Delia's parlour! For whene'er From books or needlework her looks arise, On him CONVERGE THE SUNBEAMS OF HER EYES, And he UNBLAMED may gaze upon MY FAIR, And oft MY FAIR his FAVOURED form surveys. O HAPPY PICTURE! still on HER to gaze! I envy him! and jealous fear alarms, Lest the STRONG glance of those divinest charms WARM HIM TO LIFE, as in the ancient days, When MARBLE MELTED in Pygmalion's arms. I would I were that portly gentleman With gold-laced hat and golden-headed cane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD ENEMY by SARA TEASDALE WINTER HEAVENS by GEORGE MEREDITH ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 4. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE SPRING IS NOT THE ASH by MARVIN BARRETT ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE NATALITIUM: MARTIJ 13, 1643 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |