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SOLILOQUY On Seeing PHÆBE a-sleep.
Ye Powers above! who guard the sleeping Fair,
Be darling Phæbe your peculiar Care!
Let heav'nly Visions to her Bosom flee,
Sweet be her Dreams, and all her Dreams of Me.
While thus I breath the Language of my Heart,
Within her Breast, perhaps, I share a Part:
Perhaps, ev'n now, she softens at my Woes,
Love takes her Heart, and in her Slumbers glows.
Perhaps, her Fancy now reflects with Pain,
On noble Tenders and a cold Disdain,
Describes my Gesture, hears my soft-breath'd Sighs,
And paints the speaking Languish of my Eyes:
Be darling Phæbe your peculiar Care!
Let heav'nly Visions to her Bosom flee,
Sweet be her Dreams, and all her Dreams of Me.
While thus I breath the Language of my Heart,
Within her Breast, perhaps, I share a Part:
Perhaps, ev'n now, she softens at my Woes,
Love takes her Heart, and in her Slumbers glows.
Perhaps, her Fancy now reflects with Pain,
On noble Tenders and a cold Disdain,
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And paints the speaking Languish of my Eyes:
But ah!—too much these fond Reflections seem,
Alas! I soon shall find it all a Dream;
Too soon alas! she'll rouse my former Pain,
Spurn at my noble Passion with Disdain,
And act the pretty Tyrant o'er again.
Yet—let me here stand silent, and admire
The lovely Object of my soft Desire;
'Till at last waken'd by my heaving Sighs,
(Which, as I gaze, within my Bosom rise)
She warns me hence by her Destructive Eyes.
Alas! I soon shall find it all a Dream;
Too soon alas! she'll rouse my former Pain,
Spurn at my noble Passion with Disdain,
And act the pretty Tyrant o'er again.
Yet—let me here stand silent, and admire
The lovely Object of my soft Desire;
'Till at last waken'd by my heaving Sighs,
(Which, as I gaze, within my Bosom rise)
She warns me hence by her Destructive Eyes.
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