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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ON THE MARRIAGE OF A BEAUTEOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN WITH AN ANCIENT MAN, by FRANCIS BEAUMONT Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Fondly, too curious nature, to adorn Last Line: Did with the fair and straight-limbed elm entwine. Subject(s): Love - Age Differences | |||
Fondly, too curious Nature, to adorn Aurora with the blushes of the morn: Why do her rosy lips breathe gums and spice Unto the East, and sweet to Paradise? Why do her eyes open the day? her hand And voice entrance the panther, and command Incenséd winds; her breasts, the tents of love, Smooth as the godded swan or Venus' dove, Soft as the balmy dew whose every touch Is pregnant—but why those rich spoils, when such Wonder and perfection must be led A bridal captive unto Tithon's bed?Aged and deforméd Tithon! Must thy twine Circle and blast at once what care and time Had made for wonder? Must pure beauty have No other foil but ruin and a grave? So have I seen the pride of Nature's store, The orient pearl, chained to the sooty Moor; So hath the diamond's bright ray been set In night and wedded to the negro jet. See, see, how thick those showers of pearl do fall To weep her ransom or her funeral; Whose every treasured drop congealed might bring Freedom and ransom to a fettered king; While tyrant Wealth stands by, and laughs to see How he can wed love and antipathy. Hymen, thy pine burns with adulterate fire. Thou and thy quivered boy did once conspire To mingle equal flames, and then no shine Of gold, but beauty dressed the Paphian shrine. Roses and lilies kissed; the amorous vine Did with the fair and straight-limbed elm entwine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GHOST IN THE MARTINI by ANTHONY HECHT THE NIGHT BEFORE FATHER'S DAY by DENISE DUHAMEL PREFERENCE by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES I REMEMBER by FLORENCE MARGARET SMITH A SONG OF A YOUNG LADY TO HER ANCIENT LOVER by JOHN WILMOT FROM A YOUNG WOMAN TO AN OLD OFFICER WHO COURTED HER by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO by ROBERT BURNS LINES ON MY NEW CHILD SWEETHEART by THOMAS CAMPBELL TO CHLOE, WHO WISHED HERSELF YOUNG ENOUGH FOR ME by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT |
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