Philomela Or, Poems By Mrs. Elizabeth Singer, [Now Rowe,] ... The Second Edition |
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ON DESPAIR. |
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ON DESPAIR.
When the intruding Horrors of the Night,Had just depriv'd our Hemisphere of Light,
And sable Foldings seem'd to imitate
The Blackness and Confusion of my Fate,
As by a River's Side I walk'd along,
Uncurl'd and loose my artless Tresses hung:
Despair and Love were seated in my Face,
Then down I sunk, upon the bending Grass,
There to the Streams, my mournful Griefs relate,
And curs'd the Stars that over-rul'd my Fate;
To see my Tears the gentle Floods swell high,
The Rocks relent, and groan as oft as I;
The Winds, less deaf than my ungrateful Swain,
Listen, and breathe o'er all my Sighs again.
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That the poor pitying Echo griev'd to hear,
And softly, fearing to increase my Pain,
No, never, never, she reply'd again,
Then all Things else, as Trifles I despise,
Said I, and smiling clos'd my wretched Eyes.
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