@3Chloe's@1 a Nymph in flowery groves, A @3Nereid@1 in the streams; Saint-like she in the temple moves, A woman in my dreams. Love steals artillery from her eyes, The @3Graces@1 point her charms; @3Orpheus@1 is rivall'd in her voice, And @3Venus@1 in her arms. Never so happily in one Did heaven and earth combine; And yet 'tis flesh and blood alone That makes her so divine. She looks indeed like other Dames, With @3Atlas@1 cover'd o'er; But when undress'd she meets my Flames, A Mortal she's no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR CULLODEN by ROBERT BURNS THE BELFRY PIGEON by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS ELEGIAC STANZAS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE COMPLAINT OF FANCY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 85 by BLISS CARMAN |