IF Love's a sweet passion, why does it torment? If a bitter, O tell me, whence comes my content? Since I suffer with pleasure why should I complain Or grieve at my fate when I know 'tis in vain? Yet so pleasing the pain is, so soft is the dart, That at once it both wounds and gives balm to my heart. How pleasing is beauty, how sweet are the charms, How delightful embraces, how peaceful her arms. Sure there's nothing so easy as learning to love, 'Tis taught us on earth, and by all things above: And to beauty's bright standard all heroes must yield, For 'tis beauty that conquers and keeps the fair field. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO QUILCA; A COUNTRY HOUSE IN NO GOOD REPAIR by JONATHAN SWIFT I AM NOT YOURS by SARA TEASDALE THEOCRITUS; A VILLANELLE by OSCAR WILDE AN UPPER CHAMBER by FRANCES BANNERMAN THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE THIRD AND FOURTH by WILLIAM BLAKE MY LORD TOMNODDY by ROBERT BARNABAS BROUGH |