 | The Land of Love |  |
The Description.
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This is that pleasing Country, whereAll Things do sweetly move;
And from the Seat of Cupid there,
'Tis call'd the Land of Love.
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To him all Mortals Tribute pay,Old, Young, the Rich and Poor.
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And Shepherds too adore.
III
None can his mighty Pow'r resist,Or his Decrees evince;
He conquers where and when he lists,
Both Cottager and Prince.
IV
In ent'ring there, the King resignsThe Robe and Crown he wore;
The Slave new Fetters gladly joins,
To those he dragg'd before.
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The Entrances on ev'ry SideThe Beauties softly guard;
The Graces, with a wanton Pride,
By Turns secure the Ward.
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The God of Love has lent them Darts,With which they gently greet;
The heedless undefended Hearts,
That pass the fatal Gate.
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None e'er escape the welcome Blow,Which ne'er is sent in vain;
They kiss the Shaft, and bless the Foe,
That gives the pleasing Pain.
Thus whilst we heard the Tale, we nearer drew,
And bless'd our Eyes with a more charming View.
And bless'd our Eyes with a more charming View.
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On that smooth Strand the Water ever flows,
Soft as the Smiles on happy Lovers Brows;
Fragrant and flow'ry all the Banks appear,
And keep their gaudy Store throughout the Year.
Here fair young Charmers pass the Fields along;
There all the Graces and the Beauties throng:
But what did most my Admiration draw,
Was, that the Old and Ugly there I saw;
Who with their apish Postures, void of Shame,
Still practise Youth, and talk of Darts and Flame.
Soft as the Smiles on happy Lovers Brows;
Fragrant and flow'ry all the Banks appear,
And keep their gaudy Store throughout the Year.
Here fair young Charmers pass the Fields along;
There all the Graces and the Beauties throng:
But what did most my Admiration draw,
Was, that the Old and Ugly there I saw;
Who with their apish Postures, void of Shame,
Still practise Youth, and talk of Darts and Flame.
I smil'd to see a Lady out of Date,
With youthful Dress, and more fantastick Prate,
Setting her wither'd Face in thousand Forms,
And thinking, while she dresses it, it charms;
Disturbing with her Court the busy Throng,
Ever addressing to the Gay and Young.
With youthful Dress, and more fantastick Prate,
Setting her wither'd Face in thousand Forms,
And thinking, while she dresses it, it charms;
Disturbing with her Court the busy Throng,
Ever addressing to the Gay and Young.
There too I did an old fond Fop behold,
Lavish his Love, Discretion, and his Gold,
On a fair Jilt, who, with her tricking Art,
Made easy Plunder both of Purse and Heart.
Lavish his Love, Discretion, and his Gold,
On a fair Jilt, who, with her tricking Art,
Made easy Plunder both of Purse and Heart.
The Man who at this Land before had been,
Finding me so admire at what I'd seen;
And that Surprize thro' all my Spirits ran,
In soft, but awful Language, thus began.
Finding me so admire at what I'd seen;
And that Surprize thro' all my Spirits ran,
In soft, but awful Language, thus began.
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