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Mr. Cooke's Original Poems

with Imitations and Translations of Several Select Passages of the Antients, In Four Parts: To which are added Proposals For perfecting the English Language

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ODE the Second, To Phillis.
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101

ODE the Second, To Phillis.

O! behold in yonder Bow'r
Of the Flow'rs the sweetest Flow'r!
Slumb'ring sits the heav'nly Maid,
In her virgin White aray'd:
See the Hope of ev'ry Swain,
Rose and Lilly of the Plain.
'E're she wakes the Danger fly;
Phillis murders with her Eye:
Who could backward turn his Feet?
Who from Paradise retreat?
Where shall I her Praise begin?
With the softly dimpled Chin,
With the Bows her Eyes above,
Or her Breast the Throne of Love,
Or her Lips? Those Lips I meet:
Heart, was ever Kiss so sweet!
Lo the gentle Slumber's fled;
And the Nymph uprears her Head.

102

Fairest, of my Heart the Queen,
Let thy Smiles improve the Scene.
Phillis, oft' I've beg'd in vain
At thy Feet to sigh my Pain;
Slight no more the tender Vow;
Hear me, Virgin, hear me now.
Lowly thus to thee I fall;
Take my Heart, O! take me all!
Bless'd the Hand, thrice bless'd the Fair,
Who has rais'd me from Despair!
On thy Bosom let me rest,
Take me, Phillis, to thy Breast:
Take, O! George, the Land and Main;
Here alone I wish to reign.
Thus Anacreon, ever gay,
Lov'd, and pass'd his Life away;
To the Fair his Lyre he strung;
Thus he lov'd, but sweeter sung.