OMBRE and basset laid aside, New games employ the fair; And brokers all those hours divide Which lovers used to share. The court, the park, the foreign song And harlequin's grimace, Forlorn; amidst the city throng Behold each blooming face. With Jews and Gentiles undismayed Young tender virgins mix, Of whiskers nor of beards afraid, Nor all the cozening tricks. Bright jewels, polished once to deck The fair one's rising breast, Or sparkle round her ivory neck, Lie pawned in iron chest. The gayer passions of the mind How avarice controls! Even love does now no longer find A place in female souls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BARMAID AND THE ALEXANDRITE by KAREN SWENSON CYCLAMENS by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO PRIMROSES FILLED WITH MORNING DEW by ROBERT HERRICK ACCIDENT IN ART by RICHARD HOVEY THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL SONGS by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD A MARTYR'S MASS; FATHER MIGUEL PRO, EXECUTED AY MEXICO CITY, 1927 by ALFRED BARRETT |