An Ode on the Birth-Day of his Royal Highness the Prince of Wales ... Written by Mr. Welsted |
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Amintor
and the
Nightingale.
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Amintor and the Nightingale.
A SONG.
I
As in a blowing Jasmyn Bower,Where Envy's Eye could ne'er disclose 'em,
Enjoying Ages in an Hour
Amintor lay in Chloe's Bosom.
II
A Nightingale renew'd her SongIn such a sad complaining Measure,
In Notes at once so sweet and strong,
Th' enchanted Grove was fill'd with Pleasure.
III
O lovely Songstress, said the Swain,Thy idle Melody give over;
To me, alas, thou sing'st in vain,
To me, a panting wishing Lover.
IV
Thy sweet Complainings now dismiss,O heavenly, yet unkind Intruder;
Nor rob me of a gentler Bliss,
To give me in its Place a ruder.
V
When I am sunk in Chloe's Arms,The softest Moment Love possesses;
E'en Philomel has lost her Charms,
And Harmony it self displeases.
VI
Bright Chloe all my Powers employs,And all besides is fond Delusion:
While she alone compleats my Joys,
Variety is but Confusion.
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