1 BEAUTY that it self can kill Through the finest temper'd steel, Can those wounds she makes endure, And insult it o'er the brave, Since she knows a certain cure, When she is dispos'd to save: But when a Lover bleeding lies, Wounded by other arms, And that she sees those harms, For which she knows no remedies; Then Beauty sorrow's livery wears, And whilst she melts away in tears, Drooping in sorrow shews Like roses overcharg'd with morning dews. 2 Nor do women though they wear The most tender character, Suffer in this case alone: Hearts enclosed with iron walls, In humanity must groan When a noble Hero falls. Pitiless courage would not be An honour, but a shame; Nor bear the noble name Of valour, but barbarity; The generous even in success Lament their enemy's distress: And scorn it should appear Who are the Conquer'd, with the Conqueror. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD MARGARET by CARL SANDBURG A SNOW-STORM; SCENE IN A VERMONT WINTER by CHARLES GAMAGE EASTMAN ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 71 by PHILIP SIDNEY A SOCIETY MARTYR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY LADY-SLIPPER by STELLA PFEIFFER BAISCH |