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(8) On this swelling bank once proud
[I]
On this swelling bank once proud,Of its burden Doris lay;
Here she smil'd and did uncloud
Those bright Suns eclipse the day;
Here we sate, and with kind Art
Shee about mee twin'd her Armes,
Clasp't in hers my hand and heart
Fetter'd in those pleasing charmes.
II
Hear my Love and Joys she crown'd,Whilest the hours stood still before me,
With a killing glance did wound,
And a melting kiss restore me.
On the down of either brest,
Whilest with joy my soul retir'd,
My reclining head did rest,
Till her lips new life inspir'd.
The Close.
Thus renewing of these sights,Doth with griefe and pleasure fill me,
And the thought of these delights,
Both at once revive and kill me.
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