Answer to the Foregoing, Addressed to Miss----

Answer to the Foregoing, Addressed to Miss----

Dear simple girl, those flattering arts,
(From which thou'dst guard frail female hearts,)

Exist but in imagination,

Mere phantoms of thine own creation;

For he who views that witching grace,

That perfect form, that lovely face,

With eyes admiring, oh! believe me,

He never wishes to deceive thee:

Once in thy polish'd mirror glance

Thou'lt there descry that elegance

Which from our sex demands such praises,

But envy in the other raises.

Then he who tells thee of thy beauty,

Believe me, only does his duty:

Ah! fly not from the candid youth;

It is not flattery,--'tis truth.

July, 1804.

-THE END-
Lord Byron's poem: Answer to the Foregoing, Addressed to Miss----

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