|Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The Worlds Best Poetry.|
Volume II. Love. 1904.
|Alexander Pope (16881744)|
From The Rape of the Lock, Canto II.
ON her white breast a sparkling cross she wore,
|Which Jews might kiss, and Infidels adore,|
|Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose,|
|Quick as her eyes, and as unfixed as those:|
|Favors to none, to all she smiles extends:|| 5|
|Oft she rejects, but never once offends.|
|Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike,|
|And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.|
|Yet, graceful ease and sweetness void of pride,|
|Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide;|| 10|
|If to her share some female errors fall,|
|Look on her face, and you ll forget them all.|