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TO
PYRRHA.
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The Poetical Works of Anna Seward | ||
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TO PYRRHA.
BOOK THE FIRST, ODE THE FIFTH.
Where roses flaunt beneath some pleasant cave,
Too charming Pyrrha, what enamour'd boy,
Whose shining locks the breathing odours lave,
Woos thee, exulting in a transient joy?
For whom the simple band dost thou prepare,
That slightly fastens back thy golden hair?
Too charming Pyrrha, what enamour'd boy,
Whose shining locks the breathing odours lave,
Woos thee, exulting in a transient joy?
For whom the simple band dost thou prepare,
That slightly fastens back thy golden hair?
Alas! how soon shall this devoted youth
Love's tyrant sway, and thy chang'd eyes deplore,
Indignant curse thy violated truth,
And count each broken promise o'er and o'er,
Who hopes to meet, unconscious of thy wiles,
Ingenuous looks, and ever facile smiles!
Love's tyrant sway, and thy chang'd eyes deplore,
Indignant curse thy violated truth,
And count each broken promise o'er and o'er,
Who hopes to meet, unconscious of thy wiles,
Ingenuous looks, and ever facile smiles!
He, inexperienc'd mariner! shall gaze
In wild amazement on the stormy deep,
Recall the flattery of those sunny days,
That lull'd each ruder wind to calmest sleep.
'Twas then, with jocund hope, he spread the sail,
In rash dependence on the faithless gale.
In wild amazement on the stormy deep,
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That lull'd each ruder wind to calmest sleep.
'Twas then, with jocund hope, he spread the sail,
In rash dependence on the faithless gale.
Ah wretch! to whom untried thou seemest fair!
By me, who late thy halcyon surface sung,
The walls of Neptune's fane inscrib'd, declare
That I have dank and dropping garments hung,
Devoted to the God, whose kind decree
Snatch'd me to shore, from an o'erwhelming sea.
By me, who late thy halcyon surface sung,
The walls of Neptune's fane inscrib'd, declare
That I have dank and dropping garments hung,
Devoted to the God, whose kind decree
Snatch'd me to shore, from an o'erwhelming sea.
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