Fond Frederick to Fanny, False, Fair THE sweetest Seraph's softest smile, The gorgeous gems of gentle grace, The slippery serpent's scathful stile Frequent false Fanny's flattering face. Headstrong with hazy halcyon hope, I follow fond the fickle fair; Nor shun the sudden, stunning stroke, Which drives me deep in dank despair. The golden glorious glowing globe, Which splendid Sol sublimely shews, Nor Night's noctural nimbose node, Distilling diuretick dews. Her eulogy can't e'en express, When cherub Cupid's cheer her charms, When bounteous beauty's bent to bless Her aw'd adorer's amorous arms. Nor systems, suns, nor sparkling stars, In confus'd Chaos countervolved, Could ape the ambling of her airs, When random ruin she resolved. Fair Fanny's fame shall flourish far, Till teazed time shall, toiling, tire; And Daphne, Delia, Dorcas dear, Shall fail to fan fierce Fancy's fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS MOTHER'S SERVICE TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by ROBERT FROST THE HUMAN ABSTRACT, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A FAREWELL by GEORGE GASCOIGNE ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |