A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes | ||
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By the Same.
[As Chloe ply'd her needle's art]
As Chloe ply'd her needle's art,
A purple drop the spear
Made from her heedless finger start,
And from her eyes a tear.
A purple drop the spear
Made from her heedless finger start,
And from her eyes a tear.
Ah! might but Chloe by her smart
Be taught for mine to feel;
Mine caus'd by Cupid's piercing dart,
More sharp than pointed steel!
Be taught for mine to feel;
Mine caus'd by Cupid's piercing dart,
More sharp than pointed steel!
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Then I her needle would adore,
Love's arrow it should be,
Indu'd with such a subtle pow'r
To reach her heart for me.
Love's arrow it should be,
Indu'd with such a subtle pow'r
To reach her heart for me.
A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes | ||