The Fair Circassian, A Dramatic Performance Done from the Original By a Gentleman-Commoner of Oxford. The Second Edition Corrected. To which are added Several Occasional Poems. By the same Author [i.e. Samuel Croxall] |
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CANTO IV.
HE
Your envious Thoughts conceal, Ye rival Throng,
And while I sing my Fair, attend my Song.
And while I sing my Fair, attend my Song.
Her dovelike Eyes ten Thousand Charms dispense,
Breathing at once both Love and Innocence.
Behold! adown her Neck the wavy Locks
Frisk, like exulting Kids o'er Gilead's Rocks.
Her Ivory Teeth in beauteous Order stand,
Like Sheep new-wash'd and whiten'd on the Strand;
When, dropping from the Flood their snowy Skins,
Each with her Lambs appears, and each with Twins.
Her Lips like Threads of Scarlet brightly glow,
In sweetest Sounds her moving Accents flow.
Her Cheeks amidst soft circling Tresses shine,
As when the tender Ringlets of the Vine
Around the blushing Fruit their greener Curls entwine.
Her marble Neck the sparkling Gems adorn,
As blazing Phosphor gilds the rosy Morn,
Shap'd like the lofty Tow'r in Sion's Fields,
Studded and hung with Warriors mighty Shields.
Her Breasts, where Love and all his Graces dwell,
Pregnant with Bloom and ripening Beauties swell;
Like young Twin-Roes that graze the verdant Meads,
With Buds just sprouting from their velvet Heads.
Breathing at once both Love and Innocence.
Behold! adown her Neck the wavy Locks
Frisk, like exulting Kids o'er Gilead's Rocks.
Her Ivory Teeth in beauteous Order stand,
Like Sheep new-wash'd and whiten'd on the Strand;
When, dropping from the Flood their snowy Skins,
Each with her Lambs appears, and each with Twins.
Her Lips like Threads of Scarlet brightly glow,
In sweetest Sounds her moving Accents flow.
Her Cheeks amidst soft circling Tresses shine,
As when the tender Ringlets of the Vine
Around the blushing Fruit their greener Curls entwine.
Her marble Neck the sparkling Gems adorn,
As blazing Phosphor gilds the rosy Morn,
Shap'd like the lofty Tow'r in Sion's Fields,
Studded and hung with Warriors mighty Shields.
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Pregnant with Bloom and ripening Beauties swell;
Like young Twin-Roes that graze the verdant Meads,
With Buds just sprouting from their velvet Heads.
Hence to the Hills of Myrrhe I'll haste away,
Where spicy Breezes round my Head shall play;
There spend in gentle Dreams the gloomy Night,
'Till Morning Sun restores his golden Light.
Where spicy Breezes round my Head shall play;
There spend in gentle Dreams the gloomy Night,
'Till Morning Sun restores his golden Light.
From rocky Lebanon return, my Love,
To Hermon's dewy Hill and Shenir's Grove.
See from Amana's green and shady Brow
The distant Prospect of the Vales below.
Securely hence the spotted Leopard view,
Nor fear the rugged Lion's brindled Hue.
To Hermon's dewy Hill and Shenir's Grove.
See from Amana's green and shady Brow
The distant Prospect of the Vales below.
Securely hence the spotted Leopard view,
Nor fear the rugged Lion's brindled Hue.
O Maid divinely fair! whose every Part,
Like pointed Lightning melts my ravish'd Heart;
Fill'd with your Love I scorn the Charms of Wine,
Nor for the Vineyard's luscious Juice repine.
Your Breath so sweet, that wheresoe'er You go
The Gales of spicy Saba seem to blow.
Like pointed Lightning melts my ravish'd Heart;
Fill'd with your Love I scorn the Charms of Wine,
Nor for the Vineyard's luscious Juice repine.
Your Breath so sweet, that wheresoe'er You go
The Gales of spicy Saba seem to blow.
A balmy Dew upon thy Lips distills,
And every Kiss with liquid Hony fills:
With Smells of Lebanon thy Vesture crown'd
Scatters reviving Odours all around:
The various Sweets which feed the Thymy Bee,
My Dear, my lovely Princess, are in Thee.
And every Kiss with liquid Hony fills:
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Scatters reviving Odours all around:
The various Sweets which feed the Thymy Bee,
My Dear, my lovely Princess, are in Thee.
The Garden thus, some Spot of Pleasure, lies,
Enclos'd for Privacy from vulgar Eyes;
In Thee, each Flow'r uprears it's colour'd Head,
Soft vernal Airs the bloomy Buds dispread;
Joys ever smiling in thy Glances play,
As trembling Streams reflect the gilded Day.
Spikenard and Cinnamon, that loves the Vale,
Rich Thural Fruits, in Thee, their Sweets exhale;
Saffron, with Cassia's orient precious Oil,
Supplied by blest Arabia's fruitful Soil,
Whose spicy Rind, with smelling Gum distent,
Breathes thro' the Air a kind Balsamic Scent:
While odorous Dews in humid Vapours rise,
And fragrant Clouds perfume the azure Skies.
Enclos'd for Privacy from vulgar Eyes;
In Thee, each Flow'r uprears it's colour'd Head,
Soft vernal Airs the bloomy Buds dispread;
Joys ever smiling in thy Glances play,
As trembling Streams reflect the gilded Day.
Spikenard and Cinnamon, that loves the Vale,
Rich Thural Fruits, in Thee, their Sweets exhale;
Saffron, with Cassia's orient precious Oil,
Supplied by blest Arabia's fruitful Soil,
Whose spicy Rind, with smelling Gum distent,
Breathes thro' the Air a kind Balsamic Scent:
While odorous Dews in humid Vapours rise,
And fragrant Clouds perfume the azure Skies.
SHE.
Awake, O Zephyr, or Thou, Southern Breeze,
In gentle Murmurs fan the branchy Trees;
With soothing Breath upon my Garden blow,
That grateful Smells from every Plant may flow.
Let my Beloved, in the cooly Shade,
On Beds of Flowers repose his lovesick Head;
Or with delicious Fruitage please his Taste,
Be fill'd with Joy, and bless the kind Repast.
In gentle Murmurs fan the branchy Trees;
With soothing Breath upon my Garden blow,
That grateful Smells from every Plant may flow.
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On Beds of Flowers repose his lovesick Head;
Or with delicious Fruitage please his Taste,
Be fill'd with Joy, and bless the kind Repast.
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