[Poems by Barlow in] Life and Letters of Joel Barlow ... poet, statesman, philosopher |
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To a Young Lady |
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To a Young Lady
Go, Rose, my Chloe's bosom grace!
How happy should I prove,
Might I supply that envied place
With never fading love;
There, Phœnix-like, beneath her eye,
Involved in fragrance, burn and die.
How happy should I prove,
Might I supply that envied place
With never fading love;
There, Phœnix-like, beneath her eye,
Involved in fragrance, burn and die.
Know, hapless flower, that thou shalt find
More fragrant roses there;
I see thy withering head reclined
With envy and despair:
One common fate we both must prove—
You die with envy, I with love.
More fragrant roses there;
I see thy withering head reclined
With envy and despair:
One common fate we both must prove—
You die with envy, I with love.
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