Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HER FAULTS, FR. THE MANDARIN, by HARRY BACHE SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: My sweetheart has her faults in plenty Last Line: I love my sweetheart, faults and all. | ||||||||
MY sweetheart has her faults in plenty, Which I perceive with much distress; For instance, she is only twenty, And one would think her even less; While I may mention it between us (Excuse the confidence betrayed) Her form is plagiarized from Venus, And no acknowledgment is made. Her hair is much too fine and curly; Her lips are merely Cupid's bow; Her teeth absurdly white and pearly; But still we all have faults, you know. So, spite of this and spite of that, Whate'er betide, whate'er befall, These things let others cavil at; I love my sweetheart, faults and all. From such defects this little lady Of mine is anything but free. Her lashes are "extremely shady," Her eyes are "much too deep for me." Two dimples have been thought too many For one small maiden to possess. Her rivals wish she hadn't any; But what's a dimple more or less? Her voice attracts o'er much attention Because of its melodious ring. Her footbut that I shall not mention It's such a very little thing. Yes, spite of that and spite of this, Whate'er betide, whate'er befall, Though others may perfection miss, I love my sweetheart, faults and all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I DIDN'T LIKE HIM by HARRY BACHE SMITH MY ANGELINE by HARRY BACHE SMITH SAME OLD STORY by HARRY BACHE SMITH THE ARMORER'S SONG by HARRY BACHE SMITH THE LONG NIGHT by HARRY BACHE SMITH THE SONG OF THE TURNKEY by HARRY BACHE SMITH JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN ANCIENT PROVERB by WILLIAM BLAKE THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. OF PLEASURE AND PAIN by THOMAS CAMPION A BALLAD OF SARSFIELD; OR, THE BURSTING OF THE GUNS by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE |
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