Amanda A Sacrifice To an Unknown Goddesse, or, A Free-Will Offering Of a loving Heart to a Sweet-Heart. By N. H. [i.e. Nicholas Hookes] |
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On Amanda praying.
Amanda
kneel'd, I straight a Canopie
Of Saints and Angels o're her head did see;
Amanda pray'd, and all the Spheres stood still,
The Heavens bow'd, and stoop't to know her will:
She pray'd with Zeal, and then the chanting quires
Of Cherubs, list'ning to her chaste desires,
Stop't their sweet Anthems; still Amanda pray'd;
Then on her bosome her pure hand she laid,
Call'd for her heart, and lifting up her eyes,
Turned her prayer into sacrifice;
Her heart was fix't, She more and more devout,
Did sob and groan as if she'd sigh it out;
At length she wept, but could not shed a tear
To wash her cheeks, or th' roses that grew there,
Fine, pretty lads came thick about her still,
Their Crystal bottles at her eyes to fill;
Some lodg'd upon her lips, all as they passe,
Hover, and make her eye their Looking-glasse;
Some set upon her cheeks, hard by the springs,
Her blush reflecting on their golden wings,
Some on her eye-lids sate, so greedy were,
They spoil'd the pearle, and snatch't at half a tear:
Of Saints and Angels o're her head did see;
Amanda pray'd, and all the Spheres stood still,
The Heavens bow'd, and stoop't to know her will:
She pray'd with Zeal, and then the chanting quires
Of Cherubs, list'ning to her chaste desires,
Stop't their sweet Anthems; still Amanda pray'd;
Then on her bosome her pure hand she laid,
Call'd for her heart, and lifting up her eyes,
Turned her prayer into sacrifice;
Her heart was fix't, She more and more devout,
Did sob and groan as if she'd sigh it out;
At length she wept, but could not shed a tear
To wash her cheeks, or th' roses that grew there,
Fine, pretty lads came thick about her still,
Their Crystal bottles at her eyes to fill;
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Hover, and make her eye their Looking-glasse;
Some set upon her cheeks, hard by the springs,
Her blush reflecting on their golden wings,
Some on her eye-lids sate, so greedy were,
They spoil'd the pearle, and snatch't at half a tear:
At last she ended all in giving praise,
Her head was sainted with a crown of rayes,
Then I no longer could Spectator be,
Amanda's glory had so dazled me;
But then I heard all Heaven cry Amen,
And pray, and sing her prayers o're agen.
Her head was sainted with a crown of rayes,
Then I no longer could Spectator be,
Amanda's glory had so dazled me;
But then I heard all Heaven cry Amen,
And pray, and sing her prayers o're agen.
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