WHILST others proclaim This nymph or that swain, Dearest Nelly the lovely I'll sing; She shall grace every verse, I'll her beauties rehearse, Which lovers can't think an ill thing. Her eyes shine as bright As stars in the night, Her complexion divinely is fair; Her lips, red as a cherry, Would a hermit make merry, And black as a coal is her hair. Her breath, like a rose, Its sweets does disclose, Whenever you ravish a kiss; Like ivory enchased, Her teeth are well placed, An exquisite beauty she is. Her plump breasts are white, Delighting the sight, There Cupid discovers her charms; Oh! spare then the rest, And think of the best; 'Tis heaven to die in her arms. She's blooming as May, Brisk, lively, and gay, The Graces play all round about her; She's prudent and witty, Sings wondrously pretty, And there is no living without her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH WHEN DE CO'N PONE'S HOT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE WARDEN OF THE CINQUE PORTS (THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON) by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONNET: 21. TO CYRIACK SKINNER by JOHN MILTON A MORTIFYING MISTAKE by ANNA MARIA PRATT ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 32 by PHILIP SIDNEY |