 | A collection of original poems and translations |  |
And now to publick Sale expos'd they stood,
Amid the chaff'ring Turks insulting Croud,
Immortal Souls, the Property decreed
Of the best Bidder, like the grass-fed Steed.
E'en this the Lovers bore, each other near,
And, yet unparted, knew not full Despair.
But see! at length accomplish'd Woe arrive,
To deal the last, worst Wound she had to give;
Her sable Store she cull'd the Dart to find,
Nor left one half so venom'd Shaft behind.
Amid the chaff'ring Turks insulting Croud,
Immortal Souls, the Property decreed
Of the best Bidder, like the grass-fed Steed.
E'en this the Lovers bore, each other near,
And, yet unparted, knew not full Despair.
But see! at length accomplish'd Woe arrive,
To deal the last, worst Wound she had to give;
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Nor left one half so venom'd Shaft behind.
| A collection of original poems and translations | |