Philomela Or, Poems By Mrs. Elizabeth Singer, [Now Rowe,] ... The Second Edition |
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The while my Spicknard shall ascend, and greetMy Charmer with its Tributary Sweet:
Then, all the Night, upon my panting Breast,
As fragrant Myrrh, let my Beloved rest.
So sweet he is, that Myrrh, nor Cypress e'er
With such delicious Breathings fill'd the Air.
When thy Two lovely Eyes inflame my Heart,
It leaps for Joy, and meets th' unerring Dart.
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