AWAY, away -- you're all the same, A fluttering, smiling, jilting throng! Oh! by my soul I burn with shame, To think I've been your slave so long! Slow to be warm'd and quick to rove, From folly kind, from cunning loth, Too cold for bliss, too weak for love, Yet feigning all that's best in both. Still panting o'er a crowd to reign, More joy it gives to woman's breast To make ten frigid coxcombs vain, Than one true manly lover blest! Away, away -- your smile's a curse -- Oh! blot me from the race of men, Kind, pitying Heaven! by death or worse, Before I love such things again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW-MADE HONOUR (IMITATED FROM MARTIAL) by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM GREEN RIVER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE NIGHTINGALE; A CONVERSATION POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FABLES: 1ST SER. 5. THE WILD BOAR AND THE RAM by JOHN GAY QUATRAIN: HERRICK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CHEMISTRY OF A POEM by CAROLYN AUSTIN ON RETURN FROM THE SHORE by HELEN IFFLA BAY |