AND TAKEN OUT OF THE TRANSLATION OF OVID'S "EPISTLES What strange surprise to meet such words as these (Such terms of horror were ne'er chose to please) -- To meet, midst pleasures of a jovial night, Words that can only give amaze and fright: No gentle thought that does to love invite! Were it not better for your arms t' employ Grasping a lover in pursuit of joy, Than handling sword and pen, weapons unfit? Your sex gains conquest by their charms and wit. Of writers slain I could with pleasure hear, Approve of fights, o'erjoyed to cause a tear -- So slain, I mean, that she should soon revive, Pleased in my arms to find herself alive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE NEW ARRIVAL by GEORGE WASHINGTON CABLE THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER by GEORGE CANNING THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE CAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES HOPEFULLY WAITING by ANSON DAVIES FITZ RANDOLPH THE SUPLIANTS: IO. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS ANDRE by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: REVELATION by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS |