The Genuine Works in Verse and Prose, Of the Right Honourable George Granville, Lord Lansdowne | ||
LOVE.
To love, is to be doom'd on Earth to feelWhat after Death the tortur'd meet in Hell
The Vulture dipping in Prometheus' Side
His bloody Beak, with his torn Liver dy'd,
Is Love: The Stone that labours up the Hill,
Mocking the Lab'rer's Toil, returning still,
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To sit, and never drink, with endless Thirst:
Those loaden Boughs that with their Burthen bend
To court his Taste, and yet escape his Hand,
All this is Love, that to dissembled Joys
Invites vain Men, with real Grief destroys.
The Genuine Works in Verse and Prose, Of the Right Honourable George Granville, Lord Lansdowne | ||