Amorea, The Lost Lover Or The Idea of Love and Misfortune. Being Poems, Sonets, Songs, Odes, Pastoral, Elegies, Lyrick Poems, and Epigrams. Never before printed. Written by Pathericke Jenkin |
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To Amorea walking in her Garden.
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To Amorea walking in her Garden.
See how all things do conspire,And agree with her desire,
For when she doth blesse the walkes
On each side the Verdure stalkes
As if waiting her commands,
Bowe themselves to kisse her hands,
And the early growing bush,
VVhose rare flowers now do blush,
Joying that they're in the way,
To her lap their Tribute pay
And as she her self disposeth
So the Marigold discloseth
And her Inward parts discover
As to the Sun her constant lover,
Then when she her body shadeth
Straight the Heliotropian fadeth,
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From her presence, scorn the earth,
By imploring a divorce,
From their mother, and their nurse,
“See the Tulips how they bow
“Down their golden heads, and how
“In dumb elloquence they woe
Hopeing that, that Blessed hand,
VVill confine them for to stand,
In some window there to be
In her presence till they die,
Lilly, Juliflower and Pancy,
All submit unto her fancy
And her pretty fingers do
pray t'accept their offering too,
Hundreds more as good as they
Do come thronging in her way,
To exchange their libertie
For a sweet captivity,
Thus being sated with delight
She begins for to unite
Them into a Garland, and
With her sweet composing hand:
Crown'd her sleeping shepheard, whom
Little thought it was his dome,
Then with humble grace she bowed,
To the rest, who being proud
Of their happiness to meet,
In the Allies with her feet;
Thus she being gone away,
(Ah that dismall fatall day)
The poor youth as soon as he
Waked, found his destenie,
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All the favours which he ware
In her honour, and his crie
Was disloyaltie I die.
So the Garland which she gave
Served to adron his grave.
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