Poems on several occasions By William Broome ... The second edition, With large Alterations and Additions |
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To Belinda,
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To Belinda,
On her Sickness, and Recovery.
Sure never Pain such Beauty wore,
Or look'd so amiable before!
You Graces give to a Disease,
Adorn the Pain, and make it please;
Thus burning Incense sheds Perfumes,
Still fragrant as it still consumes.
Or look'd so amiable before!
You Graces give to a Disease,
Adorn the Pain, and make it please;
Thus burning Incense sheds Perfumes,
Still fragrant as it still consumes.
Nor can ev'n Sickness, which disarms
All other Nymphs, destroy your Charms;
A thousand Beauties you can spare,
And still be fairest of the Fair.
All other Nymphs, destroy your Charms;
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And still be fairest of the Fair.
But see! the Pain begins to fly,
Tho' Venus bled, she could not die;
See! the new Phœnix point her Eyes,
And lovelier from her Ashes rise:
Thus Roses when the Storm is o'er,
Draw Beauties from th'inclement Show'r.
Tho' Venus bled, she could not die;
See! the new Phœnix point her Eyes,
And lovelier from her Ashes rise:
Thus Roses when the Storm is o'er,
Draw Beauties from th'inclement Show'r.
Welcome ye Hours! which thus repay
What envious Sickness stole away!
Welcome as those which kindly bring,
And usher in the joyous Spring;
That to the smiling Earth restore
The beauteous Herb, and blooming Flow'r,
And give her all the Charms she lost
By wint'ry Storms, and hoary Frost!
What envious Sickness stole away!
Welcome as those which kindly bring,
And usher in the joyous Spring;
That to the smiling Earth restore
The beauteous Herb, and blooming Flow'r,
And give her all the Charms she lost
By wint'ry Storms, and hoary Frost!
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And yet how well did she sustain,
And greatly triumph o'er her Pain?
So Flow'rs, when blasting Winds invade,
Breathe sweet, and beautifully fade.
And greatly triumph o'er her Pain?
So Flow'rs, when blasting Winds invade,
Breathe sweet, and beautifully fade.
Now in her Cheeks, and radiant Eyes,
New Blushes glow, new Lightnings rise;
Behold a thousand Charms succeed,
For which a thousand Hearts must bleed!
Brighter from her Disease she shines,
As Fire the precious Gold refines.
New Blushes glow, new Lightnings rise;
Behold a thousand Charms succeed,
For which a thousand Hearts must bleed!
Brighter from her Disease she shines,
As Fire the precious Gold refines.
Thus when the silent Grave becomes
Pregnant with Life, as fruitful Wombs,
When the wide Seas, and spacious Earth,
Resign us to our second Birth;
Our moulder'd Frame rebuilt assumes
New Beauty, and for ever blooms;
And crown'd with Youth's immortal Pride,
We Angels rise, who Mortals dy'd.
Pregnant with Life, as fruitful Wombs,
When the wide Seas, and spacious Earth,
Resign us to our second Birth;
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New Beauty, and for ever blooms;
And crown'd with Youth's immortal Pride,
We Angels rise, who Mortals dy'd.
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