THUS Kitty, beautiful and young, And wild as colt untamed, Bespoke the fair from whence she sprung, With little rage inflamed: Inflamed with rage at sad restraint, Which wise mamma ordained, And sorely vexed to play the suint, Whilst wit and beauty reigned, 'Shall I thumb holy books, contined With Abigails, forsaken? Kitty's for other things designed, Or I am much mistaken. 'Must Lady Jenny frisk about, And visit with her cousins? At balls must she make all the rout, And bring home hearts by dozens? 'What has she better, pray, than I? What hidden charms to boast, That all mankind for her should die, Whilst I am scarce a toast? 'Dearest mamma, for once let me, Unchained, my fortune try; I'll have my Earl as well as she, Or know the reason why. 'I'll soon with Jenny's pride quit score, Make all her lovers fall: They'll grieve I was not loosed before; She, I was loosed at all!' Fondness prevailed,--mamma gave way: Kitty, at heart's desire, Obtained the chariot for a day, And set the world on fire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 9. THE CONTRITE HEART by WILLIAM COWPER THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 1, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO SIMPLICITY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS TO AN ABSENT FRIEND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ANNE BOLEYN O'SHAUGENNESY by RUTH CRARY CLOUGH LIFE AND DEATH by ERNEST HOWARD CROSBY A BLIND CHILD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |