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A SONG.
I ask no muse to aid the song,
Nor deign t'invoke the heav'nly throng;
Bright Anna's charms my bosom fire,
And brightest subjects best inspire;
Within her arms more transports flow,
Than crowns can give, or monarchs know.
Nor deign t'invoke the heav'nly throng;
Bright Anna's charms my bosom fire,
And brightest subjects best inspire;
Within her arms more transports flow,
Than crowns can give, or monarchs know.
In Cupid's smiles bedeck'd, her face,
The auburn hairs of Venus grace;
Like Venus too, where'er she moves,
Wait on her steps a thousand loves;
Two stars have left their native skies,
And twinkle in my Anna's eyes.
The auburn hairs of Venus grace;
Like Venus too, where'er she moves,
Wait on her steps a thousand loves;
Two stars have left their native skies,
And twinkle in my Anna's eyes.
As once, at Joshua's command,
The sun of old was seen to stand;
Her pow'r, like his, again shall stay
The blazing chariot of the day;
And Sol, on charms so bright to gaze,
With-hold from other climes his rays.
The sun of old was seen to stand;
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The blazing chariot of the day;
And Sol, on charms so bright to gaze,
With-hold from other climes his rays.
My heart, that boasted to be free,
Proof against love's soft witchery,
Now fondly hugs her easy chain;
Nor pants for liberty again:
While in her arms I live and love,
I envy not the bless'd above.
Proof against love's soft witchery,
Now fondly hugs her easy chain;
Nor pants for liberty again:
While in her arms I live and love,
I envy not the bless'd above.
Kind Fortune, lend a ready ear,
And grant, for once, the poet's pray'r!
Grant that my nymph continue true,
Ceaseless shall incense rise to you;
Nothing can rival here below
The bliss my Anna can bestow.
And grant, for once, the poet's pray'r!
Grant that my nymph continue true,
Ceaseless shall incense rise to you;
Nothing can rival here below
The bliss my Anna can bestow.
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