WHEN busy fame o'er all the plain, Velinda's praises rung; And on their oaten pipes each swain Her matchless beauty sung: The envious nymphs were forc'd to yield She had the sweetest face; No emulous disputes were held, But for the second place. Young Coridon, whose stubborn heart No beauty e'er could move; But smil'd at Cupid's bow and dart, And brav'd the God of Love: Would view this nymph, and pleas'd at first Such silent charms to see; With wonder gaz'd, then sigh'd, and curs'd His curiosity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GOLDEN CORPSE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON PICKING AND CHOOSING by MARIANNE MOORE THE PICTURE (VENUS RECLINING) by EZRA POUND ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL |