Amasia, or, The Works of the Muses A Collection of Poems. In Three Volumes. By Mr John Hopkins |
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Pluto and Proserpina.
A Lake there is which Stately Woods surround,Where constant Flocks of Silver Swans abound.
A blooming Spring upon the Banks appears,
And the Fair Trees create refreshing Airs.
Here strays Proserpina thro' Fragrant Groves,
And gathers Flow'rs her Nicer fancy Loves.
With pretty Pains a Childish care she shows,
And picks, and chooses, all the way she goes.
Behind her Young Companions now she stay'd,
Too long, her pleasing Pastime Charm'd the Maid.
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That by her pains the rest might be outdone.
Here Pluto sees her, and admires her form,
Her every Gesture shew'd the God some Charm.
Fierce to enjoy, his Love Brooks no delay,
He boldly carries her by force away.
No Words he uses to the trembling Maid,
Who calls her Dear Companions to her aid.
Now born by strength, with Shrieks, and Weeping Eyes
She thinks he means to make her Flow'rs his prize.
Those, while she strugles thro' excess of fear,
Fall to the ground, for which she Tears her Hair,
And simply Cries to see them scatter'd there.
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