Pierides or The Muses Mount. By Hugh Crompton |
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78. The Extremes.
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78. The Extremes.
Fair one, those radiant lustres that ariseFrom (those bright Tapers) thy Celestial [illeg.]
Have fired me; I burn in every part,
They gnaw (like Vulters) my relenting heart.
And then the numness of your frozen zeal
Starves all my bliss, and makes my hope congeal
So that my heart lies in a restless Urn;
With Caucasus I freeze, with Ætna burn.
Wherefore that sorrows may not me eclipse,
Chace frost and fire with thy love and lips.
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