The peripatetic or, Sketches of the heart, of nature and society; In a series of politico-sentimental journals, in verse and prose, of the eccentric excursions of Sylvanus Theophrastus; Supposed to be written by himself [by John Thelwall] |
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Meanwhile, Iö Hymen! thy triumphs I join,—
My Fancy awhile to thy ardours resign:
Those ardours which oft, when anxiety reigns,
When the nerves wildly throb, or when languid the veins,
By Stella awakened, pour balm thro' my soul,
Lull to sleep every pang, and each sorrow control,
And, chacing each passion that peace would destroy,
Restore me to harmony, softness, and joy;—
Those ardours by Nature indulgently given
To realize all that is look'd for in heaven,—
To unite us in bonds of affection and peace,
And bid the rude struggles of selfishness cease,
Till, heart link'd to heart, all the universe smile,
And Social Affection each sorrow beguile,
While Sympathy's touch shall the union sustain,
And vibrate alike thro' each link of the chain.
My Fancy awhile to thy ardours resign:
Those ardours which oft, when anxiety reigns,
When the nerves wildly throb, or when languid the veins,
By Stella awakened, pour balm thro' my soul,
Lull to sleep every pang, and each sorrow control,
And, chacing each passion that peace would destroy,
Restore me to harmony, softness, and joy;—
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To realize all that is look'd for in heaven,—
To unite us in bonds of affection and peace,
And bid the rude struggles of selfishness cease,
Till, heart link'd to heart, all the universe smile,
And Social Affection each sorrow beguile,
While Sympathy's touch shall the union sustain,
And vibrate alike thro' each link of the chain.
Yes such, if by Nature conducted, and join'd
Not by Interest and Pride, but the tie of the mind,
Sex blended with sex from affection alone,
And Simplicity made every bosom its throne—
Such, such are the blessings from Hymen would flow,
And this wilderness turn to an Eden below:—
An Eden of Mind where each virtue should blow.
Not by Interest and Pride, but the tie of the mind,
Sex blended with sex from affection alone,
And Simplicity made every bosom its throne—
Such, such are the blessings from Hymen would flow,
And this wilderness turn to an Eden below:—
An Eden of Mind where each virtue should blow.
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