YOUR glory Phillis is in being lov'd but all your charmes consist in loving A cruel beauty never conquering prov'd kind kindl'd flames are the most moving tis A mean harte that to your frown can yeald soften my chaine and keep me still your slave tyrants may force but neer can win the feild while there remains one sensible or brave | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LILAC: FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOVE by ROBERT BURNS THE ADMIRER by CLAUDIA EMERSON PROMETHEUS by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE SEASONS (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FUNERAL by ETHEL SKIPTON BARRINGER |