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Poem by Thomas Carew


Murdering Beauty


I'LL gaze no more on her bewitching face,
Since ruin harbours there in every place;
For my enchanted soul alike she drowns
With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns.
I’ll love no more those cruel eyes of hers,
Which, pleased or anger’d, still are murderers:
For if she dart, like lightning, through the air
Her beams of wrath, she kills me with despair:
If she behold me with a pleasing eye,
I surfeit with excess of joy, and die. 



Thomas Carew


Thomas Carew's other poems:
  1. Epitaph for Maria Wentworth
  2. The Primrose
  3. I Do Not Love Thee For That Fair
  4. Secrecy Protested
  5. Eternity of Love Protested


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