FAIR Phyllis, more niggard than coy, On getting no gain by denying, For twenty fine sheep of her boy Once offered a kiss for his buying. The next day to bargain once more: The shepherd found things in his favour, Demanding of kisses a score For every sheep that he gave her. The next day fair Phyllis was fain, And fearing her shepherd's displeasure, In haste gave his flock back again For a kiss that he paid her at leisure. The next day her passion so drave, Dog and sheep she'd have given unto him, For a kiss that for nothing he gave To Lizette who had started to woe him. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A VOICE FROM THE SWEAT-SHOPS (A HYMN WITH RESPONSES) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER PSALME 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ENGLISH COUNTRY (WHERE THREE SHIRES MEET) by WILLIAM BLISS IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE COURT OF PENANCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT APPREHENSION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 6 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE EMBARRASSING EPISODE OF LITTLE MISS MUFFET by GUY WETMORE CARRYL |