Marinda Poems and Translations upon Several Occasions [by Mary Monck] |
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A fond Credulity next turn'd my Thoughts
To follow where bright Honour led the Way,
With Dignity and lofty Titles strow'd;
Virtue appear'd contemptible and vile
Unless in richest Gems and Purple clad:
O how did I lament the joyous Days
Chang'd now to black and guilty Nights; I found
Too late how Men that trust the faithless World
Are cheated and undone: What anxious Cares
Dark Deeds, and deep Despair oft lurk conceal'd
Under a false, forc'd Smile, and shining Glare.
To follow where bright Honour led the Way,
With Dignity and lofty Titles strow'd;
Virtue appear'd contemptible and vile
Unless in richest Gems and Purple clad:
O how did I lament the joyous Days
Chang'd now to black and guilty Nights; I found
Too late how Men that trust the faithless World
Are cheated and undone: What anxious Cares
Dark Deeds, and deep Despair oft lurk conceal'd
Under a false, forc'd Smile, and shining Glare.
Thro' all these intricate and various Paths
I wander'd lost; weary and faint at length
With hoary Head, and broke with Toils and Years,
Tho' slow, and late, I gladly back return,
And quit those Paths that to Destruction lead.
I wander'd lost; weary and faint at length
With hoary Head, and broke with Toils and Years,
Tho' slow, and late, I gladly back return,
And quit those Paths that to Destruction lead.
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Methinks I see a glimmering Light that breaks
From far, O may it quick disperse those Mists
That my Affections clog, and cloud my Mind;
O may it guide my wand'ring Steps to Bliss!
From far, O may it quick disperse those Mists
That my Affections clog, and cloud my Mind;
O may it guide my wand'ring Steps to Bliss!
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