COULD our first father, at his toilsome plough, Thorns in his path, and labour on his brow, Clothed only in a rude unpolished skin, Could he a vain, fantastic nymph have seen, In all her airs, in all her antic graces, Her various fashions, and more various faces; How had it posed that skill, which late assigned Just appellations to each several kind, A right idea of the sight to frame; T' have guessed from what new element she came, T' have hit the wavering form, or given this thing a name! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY WILLIE'S PRAYER by ROBERT BURNS W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE FIRESIDE CHAIRS; HUSBAND TO WIFE by WILLIAM BARNES PSALM 137. THE JEWISH CAPTIVE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 23. THE SHEPHERD'S PSALM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ECHOES OF SPRING: 3 by MATHILDE BLIND THE DEPARTURE OF PIERROTT by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |