Classic and Contemporary Poetry
UPON HER PLAY BEING RETURNED TO HER STAINED WITH CLARET, by MARY LEAPOR Poet's Biography First Line: Welcome, dear wanderer, once more Last Line: For idiots, like thee and I. Subject(s): Women Writers | ||||||||
Welcome, dear Wanderer, once more! Thrice welcome to thy native cell! Within this peaceful humble door Let thou and I contented dwell! But say, O whither hast thou rang'd? Why dost thou blush, a crimson hue? Thy fair complexion's greatly chang'd: Why, O can scarce believe 'tis you. Then tell, my son, O tell me, where Didst thou contract this sottish dye? You kept ill company, I fear, When distant from your parent's eye. Was it for this, O graceless child, Was it for this you learn'd to spell? Thy face and credit both are spoil'd; Go drown thyself in yonder well. I wonder how thy time was spent: No news (Alas) hast thou to bring? Hast thou not climb'd the Monument? Nor seen the lions, nor the King? But now I'll keep you here secure: No more you view the smoky sky: The court was never made (I'm sure) For idiots, like thee and I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PUBLISHER'S PARTY by PHYLLIS MCGINLEY CELEBRATION: BIRTH OF A COLT by LINDA HOGAN PRO FEMINA: THREE by CAROLYN KIZER ON A LADY'S WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE CONCLUSION OF A LETTER TO THE REV. MR. C --. by MARY BARBER TO MISS ANNA MARIA TRAVERS. AN EPISTLE FROM SCOTLAND by CHARLOTTE BRERETON POEM, ON SUPPOSITION OF ADVERTISEMENT ...VOLUME OF POEMS, BY A SERVANT by ELIZABETH HANDS POEM, ON SUPPOSITION OF THE BOOK HAVING BEEN PUBLISHED AND READ by ELIZABETH HANDS |
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