The Poetical Works of the Revd. Mr. Colvill Containing his Pastorals, Occasional Poems, and Elegies on Illustrious persons. Vol. I & II |
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ELEGY II.
To the Same.
When pleasing cares disturb the youthful breast,
When ardent sighs speak forth the heart's desire,
When hopes and fears consume the hours of rest,
Then Venus sets a lover's soul on fire:
When ardent sighs speak forth the heart's desire,
When hopes and fears consume the hours of rest,
Then Venus sets a lover's soul on fire:
Then would I scorn the wealth which many chuse,
And look on gay plum'd honour with disdain:
Th'inspired mind a nobler aim pursues,
And Venus' slave submits to Venus' chain.
And look on gay plum'd honour with disdain:
Th'inspired mind a nobler aim pursues,
And Venus' slave submits to Venus' chain.
Should Fame, or Pow'r, or Wisdom, plead to move
A lover's mind, with all their specious shew,
While Venus soothes me with the smiles of Love,
Like Paris, ever at her shrine I bow.
A lover's mind, with all their specious shew,
While Venus soothes me with the smiles of Love,
Like Paris, ever at her shrine I bow.
While S--- smiles, with lovely beaming eyes,
Here let me kneel; no other boon I claim:
Beneath the sun the Phœnix burns and dies,
Beneath her charms I burn with grateful flame.
Here let me kneel; no other boon I claim:
Beneath the sun the Phœnix burns and dies,
Beneath her charms I burn with grateful flame.
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Sweet are thy smiles, O Fair One! and bestow
New life beneath the sunshine of thine eyes:
Deadly the shaft of scorn from Cupid's bow,
And where it strikes, the hapless lover dies.
New life beneath the sunshine of thine eyes:
Deadly the shaft of scorn from Cupid's bow,
And where it strikes, the hapless lover dies.
The Merchant dreads the rage of winter seas,
And fearful cares surround the Tyrant's crown,
The Mother hears of war with trembling knees;
I know no danger but the Fair One's frown.
And fearful cares surround the Tyrant's crown,
The Mother hears of war with trembling knees;
I know no danger but the Fair One's frown.
A Lover prays, vouchsafe a gentle ear,
Be kind as beautiful; then shall I joy
A sweeter Music than proud Art's to hear,
And for the fairest Form my verse employ.
Be kind as beautiful; then shall I joy
A sweeter Music than proud Art's to hear,
And for the fairest Form my verse employ.
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