Poems by the Late Reverend Dr. Thomas Blacklock Together with an Essay on the Education of the Blind. To Which is Prefixed A New Account of the Life and Writings of the Author |
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On EUANTHE's ABSENCE.
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On EUANTHE's ABSENCE.
An ODE.
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Blest heav'n! and thou fair world below!Is there no cure to sooth my smart?
No balm to heal a lover's woe,
That bids his eyes for ever flow,
Consumes his soul, and pines his heart?
And will no friendly arm above
Relieve my tortur'd soul from love?
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II
As swift-descending show'rs of rain,Deform with mud the clearest streams;
As rising mists heav'n's azure stain,
Ting'd with Aurora's blush in vain;
As fades the flow'r in mid-day beams:
On life thus tender sorrows prey,
And wrap in gloom its promis'd day.
III
Ye plains, where dear Euanthe strays,Ye various objects of her view,
Bedeck'd in beauty's brightest blaze;
Let all its forms, and all its rays,
Where-e'er she turns, her eyes pursue:
All fair, as she, let nature shine:
Ah! then, how lovely! how divine!
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Where-e'er the thymy vales descend,And breathe ambrosial fragrance round,
Proportion just, thy line extend,
And teach the prospect where to end;
While woods or mountains mark the bound
That each fair scene which strikes her eye,
May charm with sweet variety.
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V
Ye streams, that, in perpetual flow,Still warble on your mazy way,
Murmur Euanthe, as you go;
Murmur a love-sick Poet's woe:
Ye feather'd warblers, join the lay;
Sing how I suffer, how complain;
Yet name not him who feels the pain.
VI
And thou, eternal ruling Pow'r!If spotless virtue claims thy care,
Around unheard of blessings show'r;
Let some new pleasure crown each hour,
And make her blest, as good and fair:
Of all thy works, to mortals known,
The best and fairest she alone.
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