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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN ANSWER TO A LOVE-LETTER IN VERSE, by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU Poet's Biography First Line: Is it to me, this sad lamenting strain? Last Line: And all the terror doubled in their breast. Alternate Author Name(s): Montagu, Mary Wortley; Pierrepont, Mary Subject(s): Love | |||
Is it to me this sad lamenting strain? Are Heaven's choicest gifts bestow'd in vain? A plenteous fortune and a beauteous bride, Your love rewarded, and content your pride; Yet, leaving her, 'tis me that you pursue, Without one single charm -- but being new. How vile is man! How I detest the ways Of covert falsehood and designing praise! As tasteless, easier happiness you slight, Ruin your joy, and mischief your delight. Why should poor pug (the mimic of your kind) Wear a rough chain, and be to box confin'd? Some cup, perhaps, he breaks, or tears a fan, While moves, unpunish'd, the destroyer man; Not bound by vows, and unrestrain'd by shame, In sport you break the heart, and rend the fame. Not that your art can be successful here, Th' already plunder'd need no robber fear. Nor sighs nor charms, nor flattery, can move, Too well secur'd against a second love. Once, and but once, that devil charm'd my mind, To reason deaf, to observation blind, I idly hop'd (what cannot Love persuade!) My fondness equall'd and my truth repaid: Slow to distrust, and willing to believe; Long hush'd my doubts, I would myself deceive. But oh! too soon -- this tale would ever last -- Sleep on my wrongs, and let me think them past. For you, who mourn with counterfeited grief, And ask so boldly, like a begging thief, May soon some other nymph inflict the pain You know so well with cruel art to feign. Though long you've sported with Dan Cupid's dart, You may see eyes, and you may feel a heart. So the brisk wits who stop the evening coach, Laugh at the fear that follows their approach; With idle mirth and haughty scorn despise The passenger's pale cheek and staring eyes; But seiz'd by justice, find a fright no jest, And all the terror doubled in their breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD A RECEIPT TO CURE THE VAPOURS by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU EPITAPH by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU |
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