I WOULD I were that portly [or, reverend] gentleman, With gold-laced hat and golden-headed cane, Who hangs in Delia's parlour! For whene'er From books or needlework her looks arise, On him CONVERGE THE SUNBEAMS OF HER EYES, And he UNBLAMED may gaze upon MY FAIR, And oft MY FAIR his FAVOURED form surveys. O HAPPY PICTURE! still on HER to gaze! I envy him! and jealous fear alarms, Lest the STRONG glance of those divinest charms WARM HIM TO LIFE, as in the ancient days, When MARBLE MELTED in Pygmalion's arms. I would I were that portly gentleman With gold-laced hat and golden-headed cane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON THE DEPARTURE OF THE SWALLOW by WILLIAM HOWITT PENISKEE by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON LITTLE SISTER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON UPON TWO GREENE APRICOCKES SENT TO COWLEY BY SIR CRASHAW by RICHARD CRASHAW THE TRUE-BORN ENGLISHMAN: INTRODUCTION by DANIEL DEFOE LINES WRITTEN ON LEAVING NEW ROCHELLE by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE |