Like to a Bride, come forth my Book, at last, With all thy richest jewels over-cast: Say, if there be 'mongst many jems here; one Deservelesse of the name of Paragon: Blush not at all for that; since we have set Some Pearls on Queens, that have been counterfet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO EVENING by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) IMPRESSION by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AN OLD WOMAN: 1 by EDITH SITWELL THE BOUNDARIES OF APPRECIATION by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THIS I REMEMBER by ELISABETH CHANNING ALLEN SONNET ON PIETRO REGGIO HIS SETTING TO MUSIC MR. COWLEY'S POEMS by PHILIP AYRES |