"Praise Woman still," his lordship roars, "Deserv'd or not, no matter?" But thee, whom all my soul adores, Ev'n Flattery cannot flatter: Maria, all my thought and dream, Inspires my vocal shell; The more I praise my lovely theme, The more the truth I tell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RENUNCIATION by MATHILDE BLIND IN A VISION OF THE NIGHT by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH A DREAM OF VENICE by ADA CAMBRIDGE ON MISTRESS NEVILLE; TO THE GREEN SICKNESS by THOMAS CAREW SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 118 by BLISS CARMAN |