Marinda Poems and Translations upon Several Occasions [by Mary Monck] |
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In my gay Years a new and strange DesireSprung up, and with such Pleasures fill'd my Soul,
That never One did Life, or Liberty,
Or Wealth, or if ought dearer is, pursue
So eagerly, as I thy Sweets, O Love.
Now doating on the glances of an Eye,
Now on a snowy Hand; and if from far
Thro' a loose Veil the Golden Ringlets shone,
Or beauteous Feet beneath the flowing Gown
Plaid tripping, (how the Folly I bewail!)
My ravish'd Heart strait like a Bird of Prey
Stoop'd at the Lure; And thus my early Youth
Was by vain Thoughts bewildred and mis-led:
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