The Minor Poems of Joseph Beaumont ... Edited from the autograph manuscript with introduction and notes by Eloise Robinson |
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The Combat
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The Combat
[[1. PART]]
Love, though thou great & dreadfull art,With Boldnes Thou hast fir'd my Hart,
Which trembles not to aim at Thee
Ev'n with that Dart Thou shott'st at Me:
Twas Love Thou shott'st; & that art Thou;
And at thy Self thy Self I throw.
I throw thy Self; but loe my Hart
Still sticking is upon thy Dart.
2. PART
And dost Thou shoot, dear LORD, againAt him whome Thou before hadst slain?
This Deaths Life kills me so, that I
Must shoot again, or else I dy.
I dy, unless I live to see
This Hart & Life quite lost in Thee.
Fair is my Aim, & high my Trust;
Thy Side's wide ope, & shoot I must.
Lo: Bid it welcome unto Thine,
Else can my Hart no more be mine.
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