A fairy skipd upon my knee Singing & dancing merrily I said Thou thing of patches rings Pins Necklaces & such like things Disguiser of the Female Form Thou paltry gilded poisnous worm Weeping he fell upon my thigh And thus in tears did soft reply Knowest thou not O Fairies Lord How much by us Contemnd Abhorrd Whatever hides the Female form That cannot bear the Mental storm Therefore in Pity still we give Our lives to make the Female live And what would turn into disease We turn to what will joy & please | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMETHEUS by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL THE MIRROR by THEODORE AUBANEL TORRISMOND; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MY NEW CLAM by STEPHANIE L. BINCKLI HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 19 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |