The Wiccamical Chaplet a selection of original poetry; comprising smaller poems, serious and comic; classical trifles; sonnets; inscriptions and epitaphs; songs and ballads; mock-heroics, epigrams, fragments, &c. &c. Edited by George Huddesford |
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ANSWER To the foregoing Address.
And dar'st thou then, insulting youth, demand
A second spoil from love's impoverish'd store?
Shall strains like thine a second kiss command?
Thankless for One, because I gave no more?
A second spoil from love's impoverish'd store?
Shall strains like thine a second kiss command?
Thankless for One, because I gave no more?
One lamp irradiates all yon starry heav'n,
One polar star directs the pilot's way;
Yet what bold wretch complains no more were giv'n,
Or doubts the blessing of each friendly ray.
One polar star directs the pilot's way;
Yet what bold wretch complains no more were giv'n,
Or doubts the blessing of each friendly ray.
One timorous kiss, which multitudes might bode,
At once thy sun and guiding star had prov'd,
If, while thy lips beneath its pressure glow'd,
And thy tongue flatter'd, thou hadst truly lov'd.
At once thy sun and guiding star had prov'd,
If, while thy lips beneath its pressure glow'd,
And thy tongue flatter'd, thou hadst truly lov'd.
The flame which burns upon the virgin cheek,
The rising sigh, half utter'd, half supprest,
To him who fondly loves, will more than speak
What wav'ring thoughts divide th'impassion'd breast.
The rising sigh, half utter'd, half supprest,
To him who fondly loves, will more than speak
What wav'ring thoughts divide th'impassion'd breast.
Such soft confusion could the moor disarm,
And his rough heart like Desdemona's move;
But soon her easy weakness broke the charm,
And ere her life she lost, she lost his love.
And his rough heart like Desdemona's move;
But soon her easy weakness broke the charm,
And ere her life she lost, she lost his love.
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No—if I hate thee, wherefore should I press
A treacherous contract with love's favourite seal?
And, if I wish thy future hours to bless,
Ah! why too soon that anxious care reveal?
A treacherous contract with love's favourite seal?
And, if I wish thy future hours to bless,
Ah! why too soon that anxious care reveal?
A ready conquest oft the victor scorns;
His laurels fade whose foe, ere battle, yields:
No shouts attend the warrior, who returns
To claim the palm of uncontested fields.
His laurels fade whose foe, ere battle, yields:
No shouts attend the warrior, who returns
To claim the palm of uncontested fields.
But let thy soul each lawless wish disown
While yet my hate or love is undeclar'd—
Perhaps, ere many circling years are flown,
Thou'lt think Eliza but a poor reward.
While yet my hate or love is undeclar'd—
Perhaps, ere many circling years are flown,
Thou'lt think Eliza but a poor reward.
For, oh! my kisses ne'er shall teem with art,
My faithful bosom forms but one design—
To study well the wife's, the mother's part,
And learn to keep thee, ere I make thee mine.
My faithful bosom forms but one design—
To study well the wife's, the mother's part,
And learn to keep thee, ere I make thee mine.
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