"Praise Woman still," his lordship roars, "Deserv'd or not, no matter?" But thee, whom all my soul adores, Ev'n Flattery cannot flatter: Maria, all my thought and dream, Inspires my vocal shell; The more I praise my lovely theme, The more the truth I tell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 22 by JAMES JOYCE THE RHINOCEROS by HILAIRE BELLOC THE SACHEM OF THE CLOUDS (A THANKSGIVING LEGEND) by ROBERT FROST WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOU ARE FIRE EATERS by MARIANNE MOORE |