TO MISS -- DEAR, simple girl, those flattering arts, From which thou 'dst guard frail female hearts, Exist but in imagination, Mere phantoms of thine own creation; For he who views that witching grace, That perfect form, that lovely face, With eyes admiring, oh, believe me, He never wishes to deceive thee! Once in thy polish'd mirror glance, Thou 'lt there descry that elegance, Which from our sex demands such praises, But envy in the other raises: Then he who tells thee of thy beauty, Believe me, only does his duty: Ah! fly not from the candid youth; It is not flattery, -- 't is truth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN VALLEY by MALCOLM COWLEY STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PRAYER TO THE OCEAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA |