Thread: To Eliza

To Eliza

Eliza, what fools are the Mussalman sect,
Who to women deny the soul's future existence!
Could they see thee, Eliza, they'd own their defect
And this doctrine would meet with a general resistance.

Had their prophet posessed half an atom of sense,
He ne'er would have women from Paradise driven;
Instead of his houris, a flimsy pretence,
With women alone he'd have peopled his Heaven.

Yet still, to increase your calamities more,
Not content with depriving your bodies of spirit,
He alots one poor husband to share among four! -
With souls you'd dispense but this last, who can bear it?

His religion to please neither party is made;
On husbands 'tis hard, on the wives most uncivil;
Still I can't contradict what so oft has been said,
Though women are angels, yet wedlock's the devil!

George Gordon Byron (Lord Byron)

I thought that another helping of Byron would not go amiss.

An interesting and new way to describe what I think is poem portrayed to the love or some feeling of a woman. And, even though it's fresh, it has an old, classic feel, which I liked best.

Yet still, to increase your calamities more,
Not content with depriving your bodies of spirit,
He alots one poor husband to share among four! -
With souls you'd dispense but this last, who can bear it?

I laughed with this stanza, among others too, but this one stood out to me with its wording, phrasing and such. Masterfully crafted.

This is very Politically correct. It's just not politically correct to say it.

I love Lord Byron. Erhm, platonically.