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THE ROSE.
As Silvia was walking one Ev'ning along,
The Closes, and Meadows, and Hedges among:
A Rose in her Blosom, and under her Feet,
Spread all that was pleasant and lovely and sweet.
While Damon walk'd by her, her Charms he confest,
And Pit-a-pat, Pit-a-pat, beat in his Breast;
A Pain full of Pleasure, and rapterous Smart,
Took hold of his Bosom, and thrill'd thro' his Heart.
The Closes, and Meadows, and Hedges among:
A Rose in her Blosom, and under her Feet,
Spread all that was pleasant and lovely and sweet.
While Damon walk'd by her, her Charms he confest,
And Pit-a-pat, Pit-a-pat, beat in his Breast;
A Pain full of Pleasure, and rapterous Smart,
Took hold of his Bosom, and thrill'd thro' his Heart.
Fair
FLORA cry'd out (as she smil'd in the Green)
“A more charming Creature there never was seen;
“So lovely a Blossom's not found in my Store,
“With such white and red I ne'er painted a Flow'r,
“Ye Pride of the Vallies, ye Beauty of Meads,
“Confess her more charming, and bend down your Heads.
“Thou Rose in her Bosom, thou Vagrant of mine,
“How dar'st thou so bold in that Paradise shine?
“Look up to her Cheeks, and confessing, declare
“Thy self a faint Sketch of the Life that is there.
The Goddess said thus, and the Rose, as was meet,
From Silvia's Bosom, dropt down to her Feet.
There lay it submissive, nor dar'd to complain;
'Till Damon, in haste, snatch'd the Flower up again;
Thrice fondly he kiss'd it, as fondly thrice blest,
And welcome to mine (said he) from her dear Breast!
Dear Emblem of me, that fell humbly down,
The Charms and the Pow'r of her Beauties to own;
See, snatch'd from her Breast, how thy Blossoms decay!
Just so in her Absence, I languish away.
But stay my dear Rose, why so swift wilt thou fly?
Together let's live, and together let's die.
“A more charming Creature there never was seen;
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“With such white and red I ne'er painted a Flow'r,
“Ye Pride of the Vallies, ye Beauty of Meads,
“Confess her more charming, and bend down your Heads.
“Thou Rose in her Bosom, thou Vagrant of mine,
“How dar'st thou so bold in that Paradise shine?
“Look up to her Cheeks, and confessing, declare
“Thy self a faint Sketch of the Life that is there.
The Goddess said thus, and the Rose, as was meet,
From Silvia's Bosom, dropt down to her Feet.
There lay it submissive, nor dar'd to complain;
'Till Damon, in haste, snatch'd the Flower up again;
Thrice fondly he kiss'd it, as fondly thrice blest,
And welcome to mine (said he) from her dear Breast!
Dear Emblem of me, that fell humbly down,
The Charms and the Pow'r of her Beauties to own;
See, snatch'd from her Breast, how thy Blossoms decay!
Just so in her Absence, I languish away.
But stay my dear Rose, why so swift wilt thou fly?
Together let's live, and together let's die.
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