 | Sonnets and Miscellaneous Poems by the late Thomas Russell |  |
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SONNET XXI. Imitated from BELINDE. EIN SONNET VON HERR GLEIM.
From her fair limbs the last thin veil she drew,
And naked stood in all her charms confest,
The wanton gales her ringlets backward blew,
To sport themselves more freely on her breast:
From each warm beauty of th' uncover'd Maid,
Before scarce guess'd at, or but seen in part,
From all, for all was to my eyes display'd,
Delicious poison trickled to my heart:
Since thus I gaz'd (was mine to gaze the blame?)
Nor bliss my soul has tasted, nor repose;
The subtle venom glides thro' all my frame,
And in my brain a fiery deluge glows:
Thou, who my pangs wouldst shun, with wiser care
The spot, where Cynthia bathes at noon, beware.
And naked stood in all her charms confest,
The wanton gales her ringlets backward blew,
To sport themselves more freely on her breast:
From each warm beauty of th' uncover'd Maid,
Before scarce guess'd at, or but seen in part,
From all, for all was to my eyes display'd,
Delicious poison trickled to my heart:
Since thus I gaz'd (was mine to gaze the blame?)
Nor bliss my soul has tasted, nor repose;
The subtle venom glides thro' all my frame,
And in my brain a fiery deluge glows:
Thou, who my pangs wouldst shun, with wiser care
The spot, where Cynthia bathes at noon, beware.
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