Poetical works of the late F. Sayers to which have been prefixed the connected disquisitions on the rise and progress of English poetry, and on English metres, and also some biographic particulars of the author, supplied by W. Taylor |
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TO CYNTHIA.
Ah! fly not, fly not, nymph belov'd,
And shun these gazing eyes!
Ah! can'st thou see, and see unmov'd,
The starting tear arise?
And shun these gazing eyes!
Ah! can'st thou see, and see unmov'd,
The starting tear arise?
Shall not the deep-drawn sighs avail,
With which this bosom swells?
Wilt thou not hear the faltering tale
That trembling passion tells?
With which this bosom swells?
Wilt thou not hear the faltering tale
That trembling passion tells?
Think not that avarice moves my breast
To woo thy golden stores,
Think not thy rank, in splendour drest,
Is what this heart adores.
To woo thy golden stores,
Think not thy rank, in splendour drest,
Is what this heart adores.
I scorn thy wealth, I scorn thy state,
Nor prize the boasting vain,
To snatch thee from the man I hate,
A gayer, richer swain;
Nor prize the boasting vain,
To snatch thee from the man I hate,
A gayer, richer swain;
These, these are joys of feeble power—
Be Cynthia mine, I ask no more.
Be Cynthia mine, I ask no more.
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