I PRITHEE, why so angry, Sweet? 'Tis in vain, To dissemble a disdain, That frown i' th' infancy I'll meet, And kiss it to a smile again. II In that pretty anger is Such a grace, As Love's fancy would embrace, As to new crimes may Youth entice, So that disguise becomes that face. III When thy rosy cheek thus checks My offence, I could sin with a pretence; Through that sweet chiding blush there breaks, So fair, so bright an innocence. IV Thus your very frowns entrap My desire, And inflame me to admire That eyes, dressed in an angry shape, Should kindle, as with amorous fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOST AND FOUND by GEORGE MACDONALD ANOTHER FRANCIS OF ASSISI by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER THE HINT O' HAIRST by HEW AINSLIE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 32. 'LO! ONE CALLS' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) COLORED HEROES, HARK THE BUGLE; POLITICAL by ROBERT CHARLES O'HARA BENJAMIN |