On A Lady Throwing Snow-Balls At Her Lover Poem by Christopher Smart
On A Lady Throwing Snow-Balls At Her Lover
[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.
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.
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11/30/2024 7:38:29 PM # 1.0.0
I admire all Smart's work, but this particularly, if only I could write like this.