Skill'd in each art to fan the lover's fire, And nurse the tender buds of young desire; Soft smiles, whose dimpling eddies smoothly play And suck in careless hearts, an easy prey. The pensive languor, mix'd with sprightly ease, And graceful pride, and manners form'd to please; Ambiguous looks, that nourish doubtful care, Faint gleams of hope, that just prevent despair, Soft winning speech, and more prevailing sighs, With the dumb eloquence of charming eyes: While shifting still o'er Beauty's radiant form The Proteus robe of grace improves each charm. Fly, fly the dangers of so sweet a face And if you would not love forbear to gaze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY THE TEST by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE SOCIETY UPON THE STANISLAUS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ON AN OLD MUFF by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON STRANGE MEETINGS: 10 by HAROLD MONRO LOVE AND TIME by WALTER RALEIGH |