Posthumous Works of Dr. George Sewell ... To which are added Poems on Several Occasions, Published in his Life-Time |
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To Dr. R---y, on his Marriage with Mrs. M---y W---s.
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To Dr. R---y, on his Marriage with Mrs. M---y W---s.
While Joys unnumber'd all thy Soul possess;
While Friends congratulate, and Parents bless;
Each striving with officious Joy to prove
How much you Merit, and how well you Love;
Fain would my Heart increase the friendly Strain,
And bring the Muses where the Graces reign.
While Friends congratulate, and Parents bless;
Each striving with officious Joy to prove
How much you Merit, and how well you Love;
Fain would my Heart increase the friendly Strain,
And bring the Muses where the Graces reign.
Awake, ye Loves, to Wormly All repair;
For Beauty's solemn Festival is there.
There see a Better, purer Venus rise,
And light your Torches at her brighter Eyes.
Spread all your Wings, and hover there with Pride
O'er the best Bridegroom, and the loveliest Bride.
She kind and gentle, as the rising Light;
He strong, and as the Mid-Day Splendor bright:
She soft, as are the clasping Ivy's Leaves;
He like the Oak, to which that Ivy cleaves.
Spread there your Wings, and hover there with Pride
O'er the best Bridegroom, and the loveliest Bride.
In him behold the Manly Virtues join'd,
The Sacred Arts and Sciences refin'd;
The virtuous Breast with early Knowledge fraught,
The Gaieties of Wit, and Depth of Thought.
In her the Graces of the gentler Kind,
Whiteness of Soul, and Innocence of Mind;
The lively Spirit, and the graceful Ease,
That ever pleasing, ever knows to please.
Spread, Loves, your Wings, and hover there with Pride
O'er the best Bridegroom, and the loveliest Bride.
Ye happy Parents, bless your prudent Care;
For sure no other Arms deserv'd the Fair:
But when our Souls are warm'd with virtuous Fires,
A certain Providence the Choice inspires.
Well then ye finish'd what his Hand begun,
And pick'd from Thousands this more worthy Son.
For Beauty's solemn Festival is there.
There see a Better, purer Venus rise,
And light your Torches at her brighter Eyes.
Spread all your Wings, and hover there with Pride
O'er the best Bridegroom, and the loveliest Bride.
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He strong, and as the Mid-Day Splendor bright:
She soft, as are the clasping Ivy's Leaves;
He like the Oak, to which that Ivy cleaves.
Spread there your Wings, and hover there with Pride
O'er the best Bridegroom, and the loveliest Bride.
In him behold the Manly Virtues join'd,
The Sacred Arts and Sciences refin'd;
The virtuous Breast with early Knowledge fraught,
The Gaieties of Wit, and Depth of Thought.
In her the Graces of the gentler Kind,
Whiteness of Soul, and Innocence of Mind;
The lively Spirit, and the graceful Ease,
That ever pleasing, ever knows to please.
Spread, Loves, your Wings, and hover there with Pride
O'er the best Bridegroom, and the loveliest Bride.
Ye happy Parents, bless your prudent Care;
For sure no other Arms deserv'd the Fair:
But when our Souls are warm'd with virtuous Fires,
A certain Providence the Choice inspires.
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And pick'd from Thousands this more worthy Son.
O! may the lasting Flame still brighter Burn;
May the bless'd Day with fuller Joy return;
While in each Breast a secret Transport glides,
To see the Mother's Name succeed the Bride's.
May the bless'd Day with fuller Joy return;
While in each Breast a secret Transport glides,
To see the Mother's Name succeed the Bride's.
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