SINCE my words, though ne'er so tender, With sincerest truth expressed, Cannot make your heart surrender, Nor so much as warm your breast; What will move the springs of nature; What will make you think me true; Tell me, thou mysterious creature, Tell poor Strephon what will do! Do not, Charmion, rack your lover Thus by seeming not to know What so plainly all discover, What his eyes so plainly show. Fair one, 'tis yourself deceiving, 'tis against your reason's laws; Atheist-like the effect perceiving, Still to disbelieve the cause. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE YANKEE'S RETURN FROM CAMP [JUNE, 1775] by EDWARD BANGS MUSIC IN CAMP by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON OUR LEFT' by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR VERSES WRITTEN IN THE LEAVES OF AN IVORY POCKET-BOOK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PILGRIMAGE by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY SOLOMON'S SONG by REGINA MIRIAM BLOCH |