 | The Poems of Ambrose Philips |  |
LYING at her FEET.
This Posture, and these Tears, that Heav'n might move,In vain I use in Favour of my Love:
And while thus prostrate at her Feet I lye,
Like some fair Rock she stands, that tow'ring high,
Seems deaf to those sad Murmurs, which below
The plaintive Waters utter, as they flow.
| The Poems of Ambrose Philips | |