MY love and I for kisses played: She would keep stakes -- I was content; But when I won, she would be paid; This made me ask her what she meant. "Pray since I see," quoth she, "your wrangling vein, Take your own kisses; give me mine again." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE BUST OF HELEN BY CANOVA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SHERMAN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER GRENADIER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE THE GENERAL by SIEGFRIED SASSOON TO THE RIGHT HON! WILLIAM EARL OF DARTMOUTH by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |