The Grecian Story Being an Historical Poem, in Five Books. To which is Annex'd The Grove: Consisting of Divers Shorter Poems upon several Subjects. By J. H. [i.e. John Harington] |
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On coy Laura, veil'd.
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On coy Laura, veil'd.
Lassare il velo o per Sole, o per Ombra, &c.
That you discharge your Veil by Sun or Shade,
I can't of late perceive; that Joy discover;
As you believ'd my great Desires allay'd
That Muffled way, which throng my Heart all over.
Tho lurking Thoughts, close-harbour'd there, do now
Perplex me still; Sight lost, bred more desiring.
I once observ'd fair Goodness grace that Brow,
But since my Love shew'd th' Hearts internal firing,
Your yellow Sun-shine-Curls are gone, beclouded more;
Each radiant Glance quite overcast, obscured.
Thus, snatch'd from me what most I prize, adore,
If govern'd by that Veil; worst Plagues endured.
Since, frozen still to Death, be't hot or cold;
Your Eyes sweet Light does darken and infold.
I can't of late perceive; that Joy discover;
As you believ'd my great Desires allay'd
That Muffled way, which throng my Heart all over.
Tho lurking Thoughts, close-harbour'd there, do now
Perplex me still; Sight lost, bred more desiring.
I once observ'd fair Goodness grace that Brow,
But since my Love shew'd th' Hearts internal firing,
Your yellow Sun-shine-Curls are gone, beclouded more;
Each radiant Glance quite overcast, obscured.
Thus, snatch'd from me what most I prize, adore,
If govern'd by that Veil; worst Plagues endured.
Since, frozen still to Death, be't hot or cold;
Your Eyes sweet Light does darken and infold.
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