Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LENT, by T. L. CLARKE First Line: Priscilla is a maid devout Last Line: "how can I when it's lent." Subject(s): Lent | ||||||||
PRISCILLA is a maid devout In this repentant season, And to the world and all its ways Has vowed a pious treason. Sweet little saint, so shy, demure! -- Though long I've tried to win her I fear that I'm not in it with Some other lucky sinner. For when I begged she'd trust her heart To me, and o'er her bent, She blushed and softly murmured, "How can I when it's Lent." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANNUAL OF THE DARK PHYSICS by NORMAN DUBIE THE THIEF IN THE PAINTING by LARRY LEVIS LENTEN GREETING; TO A LADY by GEORGE SANTAYANA ASHWEDNESDAY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT DELIA AND I by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE HYMN: FIFTH SUNDAY IN LENT by REGINALD HEBER HYMN: FOURTH SUNDAY IN LENT by REGINALD HEBER WOMEN MEN'S SHADOWS by BEN JONSON |
|