Sir George Etherege

(1635-1691 / England)

To A Very Young Lady - Poem by Sir George Etherege

Sweetest bud of beauty, may
No untimely frost decay
Th' early glories which we trace
Blooming in thy matchless face:
But kindly opening, like the rose,
Fresh beauties every day disclose,
Such as by Nature are not shown
In all the blossoms she has blown:
And then, what conquest shall you make,
Who hearts already daily take!
Scorch'd in the morning with thy beams,
How shall we bear those sad extremes
Which must attend thy threat'ning eyes
When thou shalt to thy noon arise?


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  • Rookie Juan De Dios Torralbo (4/21/2008 3:54:00 AM)

    Does this poem sound like Waller's 'To a Very Young Lady'?
    Is there a similar imagery?
    What about flower and nature images? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001



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