For sport my Julia threw a Lace Of silke and silver at my face: Watchet the silke was; and did make A shew, as if 't 'ad been a snake: The suddenness did me affright; But though it scar'd, it did not bite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUNDAY NIGHT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A CRADLE SONG by PADRAIC COLUM TO WORDSWORTH by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SPRING IN WAR TIME by SARA TEASDALE THE MORAL FABLES: THE WOLF AND THE LAMB by AESOP CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 1. TRUE AND CHASTE LOVE by WILLIAM BASSE |