Amanda A Sacrifice To an Unknown Goddesse, or, A Free-Will Offering Of a loving Heart to a Sweet-Heart. By N. H. [i.e. Nicholas Hookes] |
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To Amanda over-hearing her Sing.
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To Amanda over-hearing her Sing.
Heark to the changes of the trembling aire!
What Nightingals do play in consort there!
See in the clouds the Cherubs listen you,
Each Angel with an Otocousticon!
He ark how she shakes the palsie element,
Dwells on that note, as if 'twould ne'er be spent!
What a sweet fall was there! how she catch't in!
That parting aire, and ran it o're agen!
In emulation of that dying breath,
Linnets would straine and sing themselves to death;
Once more to hear that melting Eccho move,
Narcissus-like, who would not die in love!
What Nightingals do play in consort there!
See in the clouds the Cherubs listen you,
Each Angel with an Otocousticon!
He ark how she shakes the palsie element,
Dwells on that note, as if 'twould ne'er be spent!
What a sweet fall was there! how she catch't in!
That parting aire, and ran it o're agen!
In emulation of that dying breath,
Linnets would straine and sing themselves to death;
Once more to hear that melting Eccho move,
Narcissus-like, who would not die in love!
Sing on sweet Chauntresse soul of melodie;
Closely attentive to thy harmonie:
The Heavens check't and stop't their rumbling spheres,
And all the world turn'd it self into eares;
But if in silence thy face once appear,
With all those jewels which are treasur'd there,
And shew that beautie which so farre out-vies
Thy voice; 'twill quickly change its eares for eyes.
Closely attentive to thy harmonie:
The Heavens check't and stop't their rumbling spheres,
And all the world turn'd it self into eares;
But if in silence thy face once appear,
With all those jewels which are treasur'd there,
And shew that beautie which so farre out-vies
Thy voice; 'twill quickly change its eares for eyes.
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