Poems on several occasions By William Broome ... The second edition, With large Alterations and Additions |
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The gay Ophelia view'd her Face
In the clear Crystal of her Glass;
The Lightning from her Eye was fled,
Her Cheek was pale, the Roses dead.
In the clear Crystal of her Glass;
The Lightning from her Eye was fled,
Her Cheek was pale, the Roses dead.
Then thus Ophelia, with a Frown:—
Art thou, false Thing, perfidious grown?
I never could have thought, I swear,
To find so great a Sland'rer there!
Art thou, false Thing, perfidious grown?
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To find so great a Sland'rer there!
False Thing! thy Malice I defy!
Beaux vow I'm fair—who never lye;
More brittle far than brittle thou,
Would every Grace of Woman grow,
If Charms so great so soon decay,
The bright Possession of a Day!
But this I know, and this declare,
That thou art false, and I am fair.
Beaux vow I'm fair—who never lye;
More brittle far than brittle thou,
Would every Grace of Woman grow,
If Charms so great so soon decay,
The bright Possession of a Day!
But this I know, and this declare,
That thou art false, and I am fair.
The Glass was vex'd to be bely'd,
And thus with angry Tone reply'd:
And thus with angry Tone reply'd:
No more to me of Falshood talk,
But leave your Oatmeal and your Chalk!
'Tis true, you're meagre, pale, and wan,
The Reason is, you're sick for Man.—
But leave your Oatmeal and your Chalk!
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The Reason is, you're sick for Man.—
While yet it spoke, Ophelia frown'd,
And dash'd th'Offender to the ground;
With fury from her Arm it fled,
And round a glitt'ring Ruin spread;
When lo! the Parts pale Looks disclose,
Pale Looks in every Fragment rose;
Around the Room instead of one,
An hundred pale Ophelia's shone;
Away the frighted Virgin flew,
And humbled, from herself withdrew.
And dash'd th'Offender to the ground;
With fury from her Arm it fled,
And round a glitt'ring Ruin spread;
When lo! the Parts pale Looks disclose,
Pale Looks in every Fragment rose;
Around the Room instead of one,
An hundred pale Ophelia's shone;
Away the frighted Virgin flew,
And humbled, from herself withdrew.
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