Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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His Heart, into a Bird.
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His Heart, into a Bird.
The Tears o'erflow'd fair Cynthia's Eyes,
Her pretty Bird away was flown;
For this great Loss she made her Moan,
And quarrell'd with her Destinyes.
Her pretty Bird away was flown;
For this great Loss she made her Moan,
And quarrell'd with her Destinyes.
My Heart a secret Joy exprest,
As hoping Good from that Escape,
Took Wings, and in the Fug'tive's Shape,
Got Shelter in her Snowy Brest.
As hoping Good from that Escape,
Took Wings, and in the Fug'tive's Shape,
Got Shelter in her Snowy Brest.
Which prov'd a Fatal Resting-Place,
For she, th' Impostor when she found,
Gave it with Spight a Mortal Wound,
Then pleas'd, she laugh'd, and dry'd her Face.
For she, th' Impostor when she found,
Gave it with Spight a Mortal Wound,
Then pleas'd, she laugh'd, and dry'd her Face.
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