Poem Themes •
Random Poem •
The Rating of Poets • The Rating of Poems
Poem by Oliver Goldsmith
WEEPING, murmuring, complaining, Lost to every gay delight; MYRA, too sincere for feigning, Fears th' approaching bridal night. Yet, why impair thy bright perfection? Or dim thy beauty with a tear? Had MYRA followed my direction, She long had wanted cause of fear.
Oliver Goldsmith's other poems:
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
English Poetry. E-mail email@example.com