ON the green margin of the brook Despairing Phyllida reclined, Whilst every sigh and every look Declared the anguish of her mind. "Am I less lovely then? (she cries, And in the waves her form surveyed;) Oh yes, I see my languid eyes, My faded cheek, my colour fled: These eyes no more like lightning pierced, These cheeks grew pale, when Damon first His Phyllida betrayed. "The rose he in his bosom wore, How oft upon my breast was seen! And when I kissed the drooping flower. 'Behold,' he cried, 'it blooms again!' The wreaths that bound my braided hair, Himself next day was proud to wear At church, or on the green." While thus sad Phyllida lamented, Chance brought unlucky Thyrsis on; Unwillingly the nymph consented, But Damon first the cheat begun. She wiped the fallen tears away, Then sighed and blushed, as who should say, "Ah! Thyrsis, I am won." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE HYMN OF THE RUSSIAN REPUBLIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS [JANUARY 8, 1815] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH CHAMBER MUSIC: 1 by JAMES JOYCE A DESCRIPTION OF A CITY SHOWER by JONATHAN SWIFT THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): JASON'S SOWING AND REAPING by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS CHARACTERS: MR. AND MRS. EDWARDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD NIGHT IN CAMP by HERBERT BASHFORD THE PILGRIM by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE FIRST FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |