HER eye-brow box one morning lost, (The best of folks are oftenest crossed) Sad Helen thus to Jenny said, Her careless but afflicted maid, Put me to bed then, wretched Jane; Alas! when shall I rise again! I can behold no mortal now; For what's an eye without a brow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 88. A DAY IN SUSSEX by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE FARMER'S BRIDE by CHARLOTTE MEW A RHYME by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE WAYFARERS by RUPERT BROOKE ALL'S WELL by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER REPLY TO SOME VERSES OF J.M.B. PIGOT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO GEORGE, EARL DELAWARR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |