DORINDA'S sparkling wit and eyes United, cast too fierce a light, Which blazes high, but quickly dies; Pains not the heart, but hurts the sight. Love is a calmer, gentler joy; Smooth are his looks, and soft his pace; Her Cupid is a blackguard boy, That runs his link full in your face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW TUOL SLENG: POL POT'S PRISON by KAREN SWENSON A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE SONGS OF INNOCENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE |