@3First Suitor@1 DEAR, I will give thee lands and gold In many a sunny shire, And jewels, although the brightest pale Before thine eyes' soft fire. Satin or velvet thou shalt scroll To deck thy hair's gold strands, Or in fine equipage shalt roll, Nor soil thy lily hands. @3Second Suitor@1 I have no lands, my lady sweet, Nor jewels bright and rare; A humble cot is all my home, But sweet content sits there. No title I, but that of man, No rede but manly part; But at thy feet I lay my all, A loving, faithful heart. @3The Maid@1 The maiden sighed, I like not pride, Nor can I live on air; Tho' jewels are nice, true hearts of price, 'Tis pity they're so rare. I thank you for your offers kind, She said, but by my troth I'll wait until a man I find With just enough of both. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES TO WILLIAM LINLEY WHILE HE SANG A SONG TO PURCELL'S MUSIC by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE IN ANSWER TO MR. POPE by ANNE FINCH BALLAD: TIME OF ROSES by THOMAS HOOD ROUGE BOUQUET [MARCH 7, 1918] by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS MOORE THE SMACK IN SCHOOL by WILLIAM PITT PALMER |