Christopher Smart

(11 April 1722 – 21 May 1771 / Kent, England)

On A Lady Throwing Snow-Balls At Her Lover - Poem by Christopher Smart

[From the Latin of Petronious Ascanius.]

When, wanton fair, the snowy orb you throw,
I feel a fire before unknown in snow.
E'en coldest snow I find has pow'r to warm
My breast, when flung by Julia's lovely arm.
T'elude love's pow'rful arts I strive in vain,
If ice and snow can latent fires contain.
These frolics leave: the force of beauty prove,
With equal passion cool my ardent love.

Comments about On A Lady Throwing Snow-Balls At Her Lover by Christopher Smart

  • Susan Williams (1/31/2016 5:08:00 PM)

    Oh, I could have told you that. Men in a passionate frame of mind think that anything- -brick, skillet, vacuum cleaner, the fish tank- thrown at him is the lady's way of batting her eyes flirtatiously. (Report) Reply

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  • (1/29/2015 8:23:00 AM)

    An awesome poem on snow and it is nice. (Report) Reply

  • (1/29/2015 8:20:00 AM)

    A very good poem on snow (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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