To a Young Lady, Netting

By Thomas Love Peacock 1785–1866
While those bewitching hands combine,
With matchless grace, the silken line,
They also weave, with gentle art,
Those stronger nets that bind the heart.
 
But soon all earthly things decay:
That net in time must wear away:
E’en Beauty’s silken meshes gay
        No lasting hold can take:
 
But Beauty, Virtue, Sense, combin’d,
(And all these charms in thee are join’d)
Can throw that net upon the mind,
No human art can e’er unbind,
        No human pow’r can break.

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Poet Thomas Love Peacock 1785–1866

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Subjects Living, Life Choices, Time & Brevity, Activities, Indoor Activities

Poetic Terms Metaphor, Rhymed Stanza

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Thomas Love Peacock was an accomplished poet, essayist, opera critic, and satiric novelist. During his lifetime his works received the approbation of other writers (some of whom were Peacock’s friends and the targets of his satire), literary critics (many of whom were simply his targets), and a notoriously vocal reading public. Today, Peacock’s reputation rests almost exclusively on the merits of his seven novels, four of . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Life Choices, Time & Brevity, Activities, Indoor Activities

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Poetic Terms Metaphor, Rhymed Stanza

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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