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BASIUM II TRANSLATED.
As the young enamour'd Vine,
Round her Elm delights to twine;
As the clasping Ivy throws,
Round her Oak her wanton Boughs,
So close, expanding all thy Charms,
Fold me, my Chloris, in thy Arms!
Closer, my Chloris, cou'd it be,
Wou'd my fond Arms incircle thee.
Round her Elm delights to twine;
As the clasping Ivy throws,
Round her Oak her wanton Boughs,
So close, expanding all thy Charms,
Fold me, my Chloris, in thy Arms!
Closer, my Chloris, cou'd it be,
Wou'd my fond Arms incircle thee.
The jovial Friend shall tempt in vain
With Humour, Wit, and brisk Champaigne:
In vain shall Nature call for Sleep;
We'll Love's eternal Vigils keep.
Thus, thus for ever let us lie,
Dissolving in Excess of Joy;
'Till Fate shall with a single Dart,
Transfix the Pair it cannot part.
With Humour, Wit, and brisk Champaigne:
In vain shall Nature call for Sleep;
We'll Love's eternal Vigils keep.
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Dissolving in Excess of Joy;
'Till Fate shall with a single Dart,
Transfix the Pair it cannot part.
Thus join'd, we'll fleet like Venus' Doves;
And seek the blest Elysian Groves;
Where Spring in rosy Triumph reigns,
Perpetual o'er the joyous Plains.
There, Lovers of Heroic Name,
Revive their long extinguish'd Flame
And o'er the fragrant Vale advance
In shining Pomp, to form the Dance
Or sing of Love, and gay Desire,
Responsive to the warbling Lyre;
Reclining soft in blissful Bow'rs,
Purpled sweet with springing Flow'rs,
And cover'd with a silken Shade,
Of Laurel mix'd with Myrtle made;
Where, flaunting in immortal Bloom,
The Musk-Rose scents the verdant Gloom:
Thro' which the whisp'ring Zephyrs fly,
Softer than a Virgin's Sigh.
And seek the blest Elysian Groves;
Where Spring in rosy Triumph reigns,
Perpetual o'er the joyous Plains.
There, Lovers of Heroic Name,
Revive their long extinguish'd Flame
And o'er the fragrant Vale advance
In shining Pomp, to form the Dance
Or sing of Love, and gay Desire,
Responsive to the warbling Lyre;
Reclining soft in blissful Bow'rs,
Purpled sweet with springing Flow'rs,
And cover'd with a silken Shade,
Of Laurel mix'd with Myrtle made;
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The Musk-Rose scents the verdant Gloom:
Thro' which the whisp'ring Zephyrs fly,
Softer than a Virgin's Sigh.
When we approach those blest Retreats,
Th' Assembly strait will leave their Seats;
Admiring much the matchless Pair;
So fond the Youth, the Nymph so fair!
Daughters and Mistresses to Jove,
By Homer fam'd of old for Love;
In Homage to the British Grace,
Will give Pre-eminence of Place.
Helen herself will soon agree
To rise, and yield her Rank to thee.
Th' Assembly strait will leave their Seats;
Admiring much the matchless Pair;
So fond the Youth, the Nymph so fair!
Daughters and Mistresses to Jove,
By Homer fam'd of old for Love;
In Homage to the British Grace,
Will give Pre-eminence of Place.
Helen herself will soon agree
To rise, and yield her Rank to thee.
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