Poems to Thespia To Which are Added, Sonnets, &c. [by Hugh Downman] |
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VII.
[Yes, far my gentle Maid, from thee]
Yes, far my gentle Maid, from thee,
And every haunt of joy I stray,
Shall not thy wishes go with me,
To cheer my faint and lonely way?
And every haunt of joy I stray,
Shall not thy wishes go with me,
To cheer my faint and lonely way?
Shall not within thy faithful breast
Remembrance it's sweet blossoms bear?
Shall not it's plant by thee carest,
Take root, and bloom unfaded there?
Remembrance it's sweet blossoms bear?
Shall not it's plant by thee carest,
Take root, and bloom unfaded there?
Wilt thou often steal unseen,
Thro dewy field, and trackless plain?
Or utter to the copses green
Thy soft and melancholy strain?
Thro dewy field, and trackless plain?
Or utter to the copses green
Thy soft and melancholy strain?
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Tho fate hath torn the bond of love,
Wilt thou not often cast thine eye
To where expell'd and sad I rove,
And breathe a tender pitying sigh?
Wilt thou not often cast thine eye
To where expell'd and sad I rove,
And breathe a tender pitying sigh?
Be witness conscious Heaven! my soul
Shall ne'er a thought of thee resign,
No power it's fervour can controul,
Unchanged, and stamp'd for-ever thine.
Shall ne'er a thought of thee resign,
No power it's fervour can controul,
Unchanged, and stamp'd for-ever thine.
Yet tho by mutual faith assured,
What racking torment thus to part!
What bleeding woe must be endured!
What anguish must distract the heart!
What racking torment thus to part!
What bleeding woe must be endured!
What anguish must distract the heart!
Poems to Thespia | ||