Miscellany Poems on Several Occasions | ||
A SONG.
['Tis strange, this Heart within my breast]
'Tis strange, this Heart within my breast,
Reason opposing, and her Pow'rs,
Cannot one gentle Moment rest,
Unless it knows what's done in Yours.
Reason opposing, and her Pow'rs,
Cannot one gentle Moment rest,
Unless it knows what's done in Yours.
In vain I ask it of your Eyes,
Which subt'ly wou'd my Fears controul;
For Art has taught them to disguise,
Which Nature made t' explain the Soul.
Which subt'ly wou'd my Fears controul;
For Art has taught them to disguise,
Which Nature made t' explain the Soul.
In vain that Sound, your Voice affords,
Flatters sometimes my easy Mind;
But of too vast Extent are Words
In them the Jewel Truth to find.
Flatters sometimes my easy Mind;
But of too vast Extent are Words
In them the Jewel Truth to find.
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Then let my fond Enquiries cease,
And so let all my Troubles end:
For, sure, that Heart shall ne'er know Peace,
Which on Anothers do's depend.
And so let all my Troubles end:
For, sure, that Heart shall ne'er know Peace,
Which on Anothers do's depend.
Miscellany Poems on Several Occasions | ||