FAIR Rebel to thyself and Time, Who laugh'st at all my tears, When thou hast lost thy youthful prime, And Age his trophy rears, Weighing thy inconsiderate pride Thou shalt in vain accuse it, Why beauty am I now denied, Or knew not then to use it? Then shall I wish, ungentle fair, Thou in like flames mayst burn; Venus, if just, will hear my prayer, And I shall laugh my turn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MEMORY OF MARTHA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR GENERAL WILLIAM BOOTH ENTERS INTO HEAVEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY LOVE'S CHANGE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE JACKET OF GREY by CAROLINE AUGUSTA BALL BILL SWEENY OF THE BLACK GANG by JAMES BARNES DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: L'ENVOI by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |