Amasia, or, The Works of the Muses A Collection of Poems. In Three Volumes. By Mr John Hopkins |
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Seeing a fair Young Lady, just a dying.
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Seeing a fair Young Lady, just a dying.
See how the Virgin Fades, like sweetest Flow'rs,Pluckt in their Bloom from their delightful bow'rs.
Behold her Eyes, so Charming, and so Young!
See how they Dart their Glimm'ring Beams along.
In Beauteous Blushes now they set to rest,
Like Suns dismounting in the Golden West.
Their sparkling Lights Death's gloomy darkness Shrouds.
O'ercast by their bright lids, like Silver Clouds.
With pointed Lustre on her Cheeks they play,
Like Evening rays, which shine themselves away.
Those Lovely Cheeks, whose wonted Glory's fled,
Are now streakt over with a fainting Red.
The flying shadows hover to, and fro,
Now, fast they Fleet, now quite away they go.
Who can enough this fatal loss deplore,
The more I look alas! I feel it more.
In this alone, I some repose can find,
This only thought can ease my troubled Mind;
She will be Happy wheresoe'er she treads,
In all Death's Mansions, where her fancy leads,
In Fragrant Grots, and pleasant, flowry Meads.
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In those blest Lands, where she made hast to go.
The noblest far, in the Elyzian Groves,
The greatest Hero, fam'd for greatest Loves.
Who at their Chrystal, wide, expecting Gates,
With folded Arms, and longing wishes waits;
Impatient still for her arival there,
To see this wond'rous Celebrated fair;
Now, in his Breast, feels rising Joys begin,
And now, all transport, when she first is seen,
With airy Bows, receives, and leads her in.
Whilst all the Joyful happy dwellers smile,
And gaze, all ravisht, on her, all the while.
They Paint her way, with strewing Fragrant Flow'rs,
And glide admiring thro' their silent Bow'rs.
To those bright, grateful Groves, where she must dwell,
And that she's come—
In pleasing Whispers, to each other tell.
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