Ah! why hath Nature to so hard a hart Given so goodly giftes of beauties grace, Whose pryde depraves each other better part, And all those pretious ornaments deface? Sith to all other beastes of bloody race A dreadfull countenaunce she given hath, That with theyr terrour al the rest may chace, And warne to shun the daunger of theyr wrath. But my proud one doth worke the greater scath, Through sweet allurement of her lovely hew, That she the better may in bloody bath Of such poore thralls her cruell hands embrew. But did she know how ill these two accord, Such cruelty she would have soone abhord. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM JONES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. BENJAMIN PANTIER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO BONDAGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER MY BEAUTIFUL LADY by THOMAS WOOLNER THE FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS QUITS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH APOLLO AND DAPHNE by PHILIP AYRES |