Marinda Poems and Translations upon Several Occasions [by Mary Monck] |
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Another of Casa's on a Picture.
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Another of Casa's on a Picture.
Now tell me (Love) are these the flowing Locks,
That midst the Roses and the Lillies play'd?
Are these the Tresses that I long to seize,
And Vengeance take for all the Pains I feel?
That midst the Roses and the Lillies play'd?
Are these the Tresses that I long to seize,
And Vengeance take for all the Pains I feel?
Is that the lovely Brow, in which he hides,
That at his Pleasure leads my captive Will?
Are those the Eyes from which his Darts are thrown?
But from no other sure such Force cou'd come.
That at his Pleasure leads my captive Will?
Are those the Eyes from which his Darts are thrown?
But from no other sure such Force cou'd come.
Who has that Face in this small Space confin'd,
Which oft my Pen attempted has in vain?
Shame not to me alone, but to my Art.
Let's stand and see the charming Wonder rise
From th'Adrian Sea, which its old wont renews
Of bringing forth Celestial Deities.
Which oft my Pen attempted has in vain?
Shame not to me alone, but to my Art.
Let's stand and see the charming Wonder rise
From th'Adrian Sea, which its old wont renews
Of bringing forth Celestial Deities.
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