1. GO, let the fatted Calfe be kill'd My Prodigall's come home at last, With noble resolutions fill'd, And filld with sorrow for the past. No more will burn with Love or Wine; But quite has left his Women and his Swine. 2. Welcome, ah welcome, my poor Heart; Welcome; I little thought, I'le swear, ('Tis now so long since we did part) Ever again to see thee here: Dear wanderer, since from me you fled, How often have I heard that you were dead! 3. Hadst thou found each woman's breast (The Lands where thou hast travelled) Either by Savages possest, Or wild, and uninhabited? What Joy couldst take, or what repose In countries so unciviliz'd as those? 4. Lust, the scorching Dog-starre here Rages with immoderate heat; Whilst Pride, the rugged Northern Bear, In others makes the cold too great. And where these are temperate known, The Soil's all barren Land, or rocky Stone. 5. When once or twice you chanc'd to view A rich, well-govern'd Heart, Like China, it admitted you But to the Frontiere-part. From Paradise shut for evermore, What good is't that an Angel shut the Door? 6. Well fare the Pride, and the Disdain, And Vanities with Beauty joyn'd, I nere had seen this Heart again, If any Faire one had been kind: My Dove, but once let loose, I doubt Would nere returne, had not the Flood been out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOM O'ROUGHLEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS REAR-PORCHES OF AN APARTMENT-BUILDING by MAXWELL BODENHEIM GOOD-NIGHT TO THE SEASON by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE EPITAPH IN FORM OF A BALLAD by FRANCOIS VILLON CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE GOOD OLD DAYS OF 27 B.C. by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 2 by LUCY AIKEN |