Mr. Cooke's Original Poems with Imitations and Translations of Several Select Passages of the Antients, In Four Parts: To which are added Proposals For perfecting the English Language |
Mr. Cooke's Original Poems | ||
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ODE the Twelfth, To the Same.
I
Tho now with Eyes of Love I gaze,And on thy Charms refine,
Not of thy Beauty all the Blaze
Can ever fix me thine.
II
Tho now I hear, with Transport hear,The Music of thy Voice,
'Tis not th'enchanting Tongue, my dear,
Can make me bless my Choice.
III
Let Honour, of thy Sex the Pride,Spotless preserve thy Mind,
To all chast as the Nymph untry'd,
Or, lo! my Vows are Wind.
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