Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LA ILLUSTRISSIMA; ON MY FAIR AND DEAR SISTER, MRS. ANNE KING, by CHARLES COTTON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Oft have I lov'd, b ut ne'er aright Last Line: The praise of all the rest is poetry. Subject(s): Love | ||||||||
OFT have I lov'd, but ne'er aright, Till th' other day I saw a sight That shot me through and through with conq'ring light. A beauty of so rare a frame As does all other beauties shame, And renders Poetry to praise it lame. Poor sotted Poets, cease to praise Your Lauras, Cynthias, Lydias! Fondly ador'd in your mistaken days. Tell me no more of golden hair, Of all ill colours the worst wear, And renders beauty terrible as fair. Almanna's curls are black as night, Thorough whose sable rings a white, Whiter than whiteness, strikes the wounded sight. Tell me no more of arched brows, Nor henceforth call them Cupid's bows, Which common praise to common form allows. Hers, shining, smooth, and black as jet, Short, thick, and even without fret, Exceed all simile and counterfeit. Study no more for eulogies, For English grey, or French blue eyes, Which never yet but of a fool made prize. Almanna's eyes are such as none Could ever dare to gaze upon, But in a trice he found his heart was gone. Those lights the coldest blood can thaw, And hearts by their attraction draw, As warm chaf'd jet licks up a trembling straw. No more for cheeks make senseless posies, Of lilies white, and damask roses, Which more of fancy than of truth discloses. In hers complexion's mixed so, That white and red together grow, Like lovers' blood sprinkled on virgin snow. Cease, cease of coral lips to prate, Of rubies, and I can't tell what, Those epithets are all grown stale and flat. Almanna's rosy lips are such, To praise them is for wit too much, Till first inspir'd by their most blessed touch. No more hang teeth upon a string, And ropes of pearl for grinders bring, Your treasure is too poor an offering. Comparisons do hers no right, Ivory's yellow in their sight, Which are than all things but themselves more white. No more of odours go in quest As far as the remotest East, Thence t' perfume a lady's rotten chest. Her breath, much sweeter than the Spring With all its join'd perfumes can bring, Gives life and happy life to ev'ry thing. Tell me no more of swan-white breasts, Which you call little Cupid's nests, In those you praise fit for such wanton guests; Almanna's ten times whiter are Than those of the supremest fair, But yet, alas! no Loves inhabit there. Oh! set your wits no more o' th' laste, To praise a nymph's contorted waist, By such admirers fit to be embrac'd; Here is a shape, and such a one, As regulates proportion, And but to see is half fruition. Tell me no more poetic lies, Of hard, cold, crusted, marble thighs, Hopeless and fond impossibilities; Hers, by the rule of symmetry, Although unseen, we know must be Above the poor report of Poetry. Tell me no more of legs and feet, Where grace and elegancy meet, But leave your lying, and come here to see't; Here's shape, invention that disgraces, And when she moves the charming Graces Both number, figure and adjust her paces: But to this shape there is a mind From flesh and blood so well refin'd, As renders her the Glory of her Kind. On the world's centre never yet Were form and virtue so well met, Nor priceless diamond so neatly set. Beauty but beauty is alone, But fair Almanna's such a one As Earth may glory in, and Heav'n may own. Almanna is the only she Deserves the gen'ral Eulogy, The praise of all the rest is Poetry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD AN EPITAPH ON M.H. by CHARLES COTTON LAURA SLEEPING; ODE by CHARLES COTTON RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON |
|