Marinda Poems and Translations upon Several Occasions [by Mary Monck] |
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A Dialogue between Lucinda and
Strephon, on a Butter-Fly that reviv'd
before the Fire, and afterwards flew in to it and was burnt.
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A Dialogue between Lucinda and Strephon, on a Butter-Fly that reviv'd before the Fire, and afterwards flew in to it and was burnt.
LUCINDA.See Strephon, see, with what an eager Strife
The little Atoms kindle into Life,
How the poor Insect spreads its downy Wings,
With what a grateful Ardour up it springs,
Tow'ring aloft to meet that lovely Flame
From whose kind Warmth its Life and Vigour came.
Ah hapless Insect! new inspir'd with Breath,
Where Thou had'st found thy Life to meet with Death;
Relentless Fire! alas! how could'st Thou prove
Cruel to so much Gratitude and Love?
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Lucinda, let not this employ your Care,
You as the Fire, We as the Insects are;
A worthier Object for your Pity find,
The Insect leave, and look upon Mankind.
Your Charms at first awaken our Desire,
Spread thro' a vital Warmth, and kindle up the Fire.
Then with full Hopes, we imp our Wings for flight,
To sport and revel in a Flame so bright.
Soaring at last too near those beauteous Eyes,
Th'aspiring Lover by their Rigour dies.
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