PIOUS Selinda goes to prayers, If I but ask her favour; And yet the silly fool's in tears, If she believes I'll leave her. Would I were free from this restraint, Or else had hopes to win her: Would she could make of me a saint, Or I of her a sinner. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESPECTABILITY by ROBERT BROWNING PROMETHEUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON NATHAN HALE [SEPTEMBER 22, 1776] by FRANCIS MILES FINCH SEVEN TIMES SIX [ - GIVING IN MARRIAGE] by JEAN INGELOW HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 1 by EZRA POUND THE WORLD (1) by HENRY VAUGHAN THE PROCLAMATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |