The Wiccamical Chaplet a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford |
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ODE, In the Manner of Samuel J*ns*n.
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ODE, In the Manner of Samuel J*ns*n.
Addressed to a Girl in the Temple, 1777.
While the calescent, sanguine flood,
By vile Vulgarity call'd Blood,
Pervades this mortal frame;
Amaz'd at your translucid charms,
You I solicit to these arms,
Tho' of procacious name!
By vile Vulgarity call'd Blood,
Pervades this mortal frame;
Amaz'd at your translucid charms,
You I solicit to these arms,
Tho' of procacious name!
When in your dim nocturnal rounds,
Erratic from the Temple's bounds
Thro' devious lanes you stray;
With friendly auscultation deign
To audit amatorial pain
Subvected in this lay.
Erratic from the Temple's bounds
Thro' devious lanes you stray;
With friendly auscultation deign
To audit amatorial pain
Subvected in this lay.
Satellite of the Paphian dame,
Whose rays, tho' darken'd by thy fame,
Illuminate my mind:
Desert the street, resume the plain,
Rejoin your derelicted swain—
Be prudent, as you're kind.
Whose rays, tho' darken'd by thy fame,
Illuminate my mind:
Desert the street, resume the plain,
Rejoin your derelicted swain—
Be prudent, as you're kind.
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My brows, obumbrated with age,
Hang scowling o'er life's latter-page—
But you, like Lunar beam,
Thro' my nimbosity arise;
Dispensing, from your lucid eyes,
Refocillating gleam.
Hang scowling o'er life's latter-page—
But you, like Lunar beam,
Thro' my nimbosity arise;
Dispensing, from your lucid eyes,
Refocillating gleam.
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