Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE LION'S HEAD, by THOMAS HOOD


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First Line: Come, take thy pencil - paint my love
Last Line: Sweet tale of love, &c., &c.
Subject(s): Paintings & Painters


COME, take thy pencil -- paint my love
More tender than most tender dove;
Suffuse her cheeks with that warm glow
Would fain on lover hope bestow;
And make it frequent go and come
Back to and from its sighful home.
Lay on her tongue the tone of truth,
The Vesper Hymn of virgin youth.
She loves each eve, in pious praise,
To lisp to Sol's declining rays;
And hide that song from vulgar men
Within its own most hallow'd pen,
By double row of pillars, chaste
As Dian in the moral waste [&c.].
From those lips let odours breathe;
Round them all my kisses wreathe.
In her fond voluptuous chin
Mould a dimple, hearts to gin;
And make thy magic art uprear
A heartsease smile behind each tear [&c.].
Give to her feet the airy motion
Of sunbeams trembling on the ocean
Lay her white fingers on a harp
Of gold, the power of gloom to warp.
And if thou canst, in its warm nest
Paint, paint the heart beneath the breast;
Make visible its million springs,
Nor snap one of its thousand strings;
Depict it in a tear-wove guise
Floating upon a sea of sighs,
Its hundred ears inclined to one
Sweet tale of love, &c., &c.





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