Poems, chiefly pastoral By John Cunningham. The second edition. With the Addition of several pastorals and other pieces |
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DAPHNE:
A SONG.
I.
No longer, Daphne, I admire
The graces in thine eyes;
Continu'd coyness kills desire,
And famish'd passion dies.
The graces in thine eyes;
Continu'd coyness kills desire,
And famish'd passion dies.
Three tedious years I've sigh'd in vain,
Nor could my vows prevail;
With all the rigours of disdain,
You scorn'd my amorous tale.
Nor could my vows prevail;
With all the rigours of disdain,
You scorn'd my amorous tale.
II.
When Celia cry'd, how senseless she,
That has such vows refus'd;
Had Damon giv'n his heart to me,
It had been kinder us'd.
That has such vows refus'd;
Had Damon giv'n his heart to me,
It had been kinder us'd.
The man's a fool that pines and dies;
Because a woman's coy,
The gentle bliss that one denies,
A thousand will enjoy.
Because a woman's coy,
The gentle bliss that one denies,
A thousand will enjoy.
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Such charming words, so void of art,
Surprising rapture gave;
And tho' the maid subdu'd my heart,
It ceas'd to be a slave:
Surprising rapture gave;
And tho' the maid subdu'd my heart,
It ceas'd to be a slave:
A wretch condemn'd, shall Daphne prove;
While blest without restraint,
In the sweet calendar of love
My Celia stands—a saint.
While blest without restraint,
In the sweet calendar of love
My Celia stands—a saint.
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