 | A collection of original poems and translations |  |
“Be hush'd, all Grief, and open'd ev'ry Ear,
“My Words with Rapture let Cornaro hear;
“Let too my Sire his genuine Offspring own,
“While I, nor vainly boast I am his Son.
“My Heart how moulded let my Actions prove,
“And rise victorious Gratitude o'er Love,
“If my exulting Soul aright divine,
“To make Cornaro blest is only mine.
“For know these Walls contain the pictur'd Fair,
“Chaste yet as Snow, and pure as Spring-tide Air.
Then, Go ye Slaves, he said, and quick return,
With the fair Christian whom I bought this Morn.
Return'd—Delphina bless'd their eager Eyes,
And on each Breast shed wild extatic Joys,
Bright as the Sun, with stronger Light array'd,
When rescu'd from the Moon's eclipsing Shade.
“My Words with Rapture let Cornaro hear;
“Let too my Sire his genuine Offspring own,
“While I, nor vainly boast I am his Son.
“My Heart how moulded let my Actions prove,
“And rise victorious Gratitude o'er Love,
“If my exulting Soul aright divine,
“To make Cornaro blest is only mine.
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“Chaste yet as Snow, and pure as Spring-tide Air.
Then, Go ye Slaves, he said, and quick return,
With the fair Christian whom I bought this Morn.
Return'd—Delphina bless'd their eager Eyes,
And on each Breast shed wild extatic Joys,
Bright as the Sun, with stronger Light array'd,
When rescu'd from the Moon's eclipsing Shade.
| A collection of original poems and translations | |