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The Den of Cruelty.
A Den where Tyger's make the Passage good,
And vain attempting Lovers devour as Food;
Within the Hollow of a Rock 'tis plac'd,
Which by the angry Sea is still embrac'd;
Whose frightful Surface constant Tempest wears,
Striking the bold Adventurer with Fears;
The Elements their rudest Blasts send out,
And blow continual Coldness round about.
Upon the Rock eternal Winter dwells;
Shiv'ring he sits, and drops in Isicles:
Horrid and waste th'unshaded Prospect lies,
And nothing grateful meets th'affrighted Eyes.
And vain attempting Lovers devour as Food;
Within the Hollow of a Rock 'tis plac'd,
Which by the angry Sea is still embrac'd;
Whose frightful Surface constant Tempest wears,
Striking the bold Adventurer with Fears;
The Elements their rudest Blasts send out,
And blow continual Coldness round about.
Upon the Rock eternal Winter dwells;
Shiv'ring he sits, and drops in Isicles:
Horrid and waste th'unshaded Prospect lies,
And nothing grateful meets th'affrighted Eyes.
To this dire Place Aminta hastes; whilst I
Begg'd her with Sighs and Tears to pass it by.
All dying on the Ground my self I cast,
And with my Arms her flying Feet embrac'd;
But she from the kind Force with Fury flung,
And on the Monster of the Cavern hung.
Begg'd her with Sighs and Tears to pass it by.
All dying on the Ground my self I cast,
And with my Arms her flying Feet embrac'd;
But she from the kind Force with Fury flung,
And on the Monster of the Cavern hung.
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