The Fair Circassian, A Dramatic Performance Done from the Original By a Gentleman-Commoner of Oxford. The Second Edition Corrected. To which are added Several Occasional Poems. By the same Author [i.e. Samuel Croxall] |
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CANTO VII.
HE.
Her slender Feet, most lovely to behold,
Are cas'd in Purple Buskins wrought with Gold;
Her well-turn'd Legs and full-proportion'd Thighs
Charm by Degrees and with new Beauty rise;
The Joints with Dimples smiling; and above,
The Spring of Bliss, the bubling Fount of Love.
Plump is her Belly, but how smoothly plain!
Like Fields of Wheat impregnated with Rain;
White as the Silver Lilly's snowy Bloom,
Swelling with Dew, and fragrant with Perfume.
Her even Breasts like the Roe's Younglings play,
And panting bound luxuriant as They:
Like Velvet Buds the crimson Nipples rise,
Firm to the Touch and grateful to the Eyes.
Fair as an Ivory Column's tow'ring Height,
Her lofty Neck advances to the Sight.
Her Eyes reflect the Fountain's limpid Hue,
Clear as the Sky and of a heavenly Blue.
Like Beams of milder Light, divinely Fair,
Bound back and braided shines her silken Hair.
The King, in passing, her bright Form admires,
And feels within his Breast soft kindling Fires;
Held in the Galleries a Slave to Love,
Intent He gazes, and forgets to move.
Are cas'd in Purple Buskins wrought with Gold;
Her well-turn'd Legs and full-proportion'd Thighs
Charm by Degrees and with new Beauty rise;
The Joints with Dimples smiling; and above,
The Spring of Bliss, the bubling Fount of Love.
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Like Fields of Wheat impregnated with Rain;
White as the Silver Lilly's snowy Bloom,
Swelling with Dew, and fragrant with Perfume.
Her even Breasts like the Roe's Younglings play,
And panting bound luxuriant as They:
Like Velvet Buds the crimson Nipples rise,
Firm to the Touch and grateful to the Eyes.
Fair as an Ivory Column's tow'ring Height,
Her lofty Neck advances to the Sight.
Her Eyes reflect the Fountain's limpid Hue,
Clear as the Sky and of a heavenly Blue.
Like Beams of milder Light, divinely Fair,
Bound back and braided shines her silken Hair.
The King, in passing, her bright Form admires,
And feels within his Breast soft kindling Fires;
Held in the Galleries a Slave to Love,
Intent He gazes, and forgets to move.
How Fair art Thou, my Queen, thy Charms how bright
For Pleasure form'd, and finish'd for Delight:
Tall as the Palm thy Mien, thy juicy Breast,
Like clustring Grapes, inviting to be prest.
Let Me the strait the stately Bole ascend,
Grasp'd in my Arms the blooming Boughs shall bend;
The clust'ring Vine in my Embrace shall bleed,
And on thy fragrant balmy Breath I'll feed.
Thy Lips, whose Taste exceeds the richest Wine,
Shall feast my Palate and my Bliss refine:
This with new Pleasure will our Joys prolong,
Make Dullness brisk, and wearied Nature young.
For Pleasure form'd, and finish'd for Delight:
Tall as the Palm thy Mien, thy juicy Breast,
Like clustring Grapes, inviting to be prest.
Let Me the strait the stately Bole ascend,
Grasp'd in my Arms the blooming Boughs shall bend;
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And on thy fragrant balmy Breath I'll feed.
Thy Lips, whose Taste exceeds the richest Wine,
Shall feast my Palate and my Bliss refine:
This with new Pleasure will our Joys prolong,
Make Dullness brisk, and wearied Nature young.
SHE.
Thy Transports, Love, with what Delight I hear!
Such Fondness ravishes my listning Ear.
With Thee I'll range the distant lonely Fields,
Where the fresh Spring eternal Pleasure yields;
Where the low Village free from noisy Strife,
Unheeded drinks the real Sweets of Life.
There let us lodge, and with the Morning Sun
Our Course of pleasing Toil together run;
Observe the Vine it's tender Bud disclose,
How with young Bloom the new Pomegranate glows:
How ripening Fruits in Embryo appear,
The grateful Prospect of a plenteous Year.
There, on some Bank reclin'd, whilst over Head
Embow'ring Jasmines their sweet Odours shed,
Clasping and claspt with evertwining Arms,
Unenvied I'll enjoy thy manly Charms,
Give up my hidden Beauties to thy Sight,
And die in Ecstasies of full Delight.
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