Men-Miracles With other Poemes. By M. LL. St [i.e.Martin Lluelyn] |
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Song.
Celia Sowning.
There
on a flowry pillow spread
Faire Celia her declining head,
When death disguis'd like gliding sleepe,
Did gently ore her Silence creepe.
Her Rose and Lillies drooping ly,
The Sun was set in Celias ey.
Her Lips were Twinnes of Corall growne,
Bloud hardned into Blushing stone.
Her Teeth their motions did depose,
And made their Ivory Kisses close.
Her fragrant Breath his sweetes supprest,
Retiring to perfume her Breast.
Her Pulses slept and did constraine
Their Daunces in her Azure veine.
Faire Celia her declining head,
When death disguis'd like gliding sleepe,
Did gently ore her Silence creepe.
Her Rose and Lillies drooping ly,
The Sun was set in Celias ey.
Her Lips were Twinnes of Corall growne,
Bloud hardned into Blushing stone.
Her Teeth their motions did depose,
And made their Ivory Kisses close.
Her fragrant Breath his sweetes supprest,
Retiring to perfume her Breast.
Her Pulses slept and did constraine
Their Daunces in her Azure veine.
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But Gentle Love who this did spie,
Kept still his Ambush in her Ey,
And joyd at his faire Prison shooke
His silver shafts, then Celia woake:
But when the Nymph reviving spied,
The amorous Boy, Oh then she cried,
Ye Gods receive againe this Breath,
For Love is but a Lasting Death.
Kept still his Ambush in her Ey,
And joyd at his faire Prison shooke
His silver shafts, then Celia woake:
But when the Nymph reviving spied,
The amorous Boy, Oh then she cried,
Ye Gods receive againe this Breath,
For Love is but a Lasting Death.
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