The Fair Circassian, A Dramatic Performance Done from the Original By a Gentleman-Commoner of Oxford. The Second Edition Corrected. To which are added Several Occasional Poems. By the same Author [i.e. Samuel Croxall] |
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CANTO II.
HEA bloom like thine attends the vernal Rose,
Such White the Lilly of the Valley shows.
As These among the Briars distinguish'd stand,
So You excell the Daughters of the Land.
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And You, my Prince, so eminently fair
Above the brightest Sons of Men appear,
As the Pomegranate, with its golden Rind,
Exceeds the neighb'ring Trees of Silvan Kind.
Under his Shade with sweet Delight I lay,
Protected kindly from the sultry Day;
His Fruits, with eager Appetite, I eat,
Indulg'd my Taste, and cool'd my fainting Heat.
Above the brightest Sons of Men appear,
As the Pomegranate, with its golden Rind,
Exceeds the neighb'ring Trees of Silvan Kind.
Under his Shade with sweet Delight I lay,
Protected kindly from the sultry Day;
His Fruits, with eager Appetite, I eat,
Indulg'd my Taste, and cool'd my fainting Heat.
Me and my Charmer, now, from noontide Bow'rs,
To spend in various Scenes our blissful Hours;
Love to the Banqueting Pavilion brings,
And o'er our Heads unfurls his trembling Wings.
His silken Banner hovers in the Air,
And Love displays Himself emblazon'd there.
With fev'rish Heat He seizes ev'ry Part,
Burns in my Veins, and revels in my Heart.
O bring, of cool Sherbet, an ample Bowl,
Allay my Flame, and pour it on my Soul;
My ebbing Life with spritely Fruits repair,
And sooth my raging Breast, for Love is there.
To spend in various Scenes our blissful Hours;
Love to the Banqueting Pavilion brings,
And o'er our Heads unfurls his trembling Wings.
His silken Banner hovers in the Air,
And Love displays Himself emblazon'd there.
With fev'rish Heat He seizes ev'ry Part,
Burns in my Veins, and revels in my Heart.
O bring, of cool Sherbet, an ample Bowl,
Allay my Flame, and pour it on my Soul;
My ebbing Life with spritely Fruits repair,
And sooth my raging Breast, for Love is there.
Yet oh! how soft, how pleasant is the Bed!
When on his Arm I lean my lovesick Head:
On his left Arm my lovesick Head I place,
His right infolds me with a warm Embrace.
Soft, I adjure You, by the nimble Fawns,
And Hinds that bound across the flow'ry Lawns,
Ye sportive Damsels, that ye softly move,
Nor with your Voices wake my sleeping Love.
When on his Arm I lean my lovesick Head:
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His right infolds me with a warm Embrace.
Soft, I adjure You, by the nimble Fawns,
And Hinds that bound across the flow'ry Lawns,
Ye sportive Damsels, that ye softly move,
Nor with your Voices wake my sleeping Love.
Hark! thro' the Dawn a heav'nly Musick breaks,
It thrills my Soul, for my Beloved speaks.
Up, like the bounding Hart, He springs, He flies,
And thro' the Lattess darts his radiant Eyes:
To Me He calls, Arise! Arise! my Fair;
Calm is the Morning, and serene the Air;
The wintry Cold is gone, the genial Spring
Provokes the Flow'rs to blow, the Birds to sing:
The wanton Turtle, in the neighb'ring Grove,
Sits cooing, and renews his Tale of Love:
Behold! the pregnant Fig begins to shoot,
The Vine in Clusters yields it's purple Fruit;
All Nature smiling welcomes in the Day:
Arise, my lovely Fair, and come away.
It thrills my Soul, for my Beloved speaks.
Up, like the bounding Hart, He springs, He flies,
And thro' the Lattess darts his radiant Eyes:
To Me He calls, Arise! Arise! my Fair;
Calm is the Morning, and serene the Air;
The wintry Cold is gone, the genial Spring
Provokes the Flow'rs to blow, the Birds to sing:
The wanton Turtle, in the neighb'ring Grove,
Sits cooing, and renews his Tale of Love:
Behold! the pregnant Fig begins to shoot,
The Vine in Clusters yields it's purple Fruit;
All Nature smiling welcomes in the Day:
Arise, my lovely Fair, and come away.
HE.
From the cool Grottos of the Rock I hear
My Charmer's Voice, and bless my ravish'd Ear.
Come forth, my Dove, compleat thy Swain's Delight,
And give thy beauteous Person to his Sight.
My Charmer's Voice, and bless my ravish'd Ear.
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And give thy beauteous Person to his Sight.
Haste, haste, ye nimble Hunters, spread the Net,
With many a Toil the Vineyards 'round beset,
The wily Foxes take, and from the Vines
Avert the little Vermin's fell Designs:
Our Vineyards now their noblest Grapes produce,
The ripen'd Clusters swell with Purple Juice.
With many a Toil the Vineyards 'round beset,
The wily Foxes take, and from the Vines
Avert the little Vermin's fell Designs:
Our Vineyards now their noblest Grapes produce,
The ripen'd Clusters swell with Purple Juice.
SHE.
I am my Prince's, and my Prince is mine,
Link'd with a mutual Love our Hearts combine;
Among the Lillies He abides all Day,
Himself as Fair, Himself as Sweet as They.
Link'd with a mutual Love our Hearts combine;
Among the Lillies He abides all Day,
Himself as Fair, Himself as Sweet as They.
The Dews descend, the dusky Clouds arise.
Night draws her sable Curtain o'er the Skies:
Return, my wand'ring Paramour, return;
With Me repose, and wait the coming Morn.
Fly to my Arms, and, let thy nimble Speed,
The Mountain Roe or the wild Hart exceed.
Night draws her sable Curtain o'er the Skies:
Return, my wand'ring Paramour, return;
With Me repose, and wait the coming Morn.
Fly to my Arms, and, let thy nimble Speed,
The Mountain Roe or the wild Hart exceed.
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