Poems on Several Occasions ... To which is added, the Plague of Wealth, Occasion'd By the Author's receiving fifty Pounds from his Excellency the Lord Carteret, for the foremention'd Ode. With several Poems not in the Dublin Edition. By Matthew Pilkington. Revised by the Reverend Dr. Swift |
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A Supportable Misfortune.
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A Supportable Misfortune.
Ην δη μανεις γημη τις, εχει χαριν, ην κατορυξη
Ευθυς τον γαμετην, προικα λαβων μεγαλην
Auto.
Ευθυς τον γαμετην, προικα λαβων μεγαλην
Auto.
More sweet Erotion seem'd, and fair,
Than blooms that Scent the vernal Air,
Than Virgin Lilly's radiant hue,
Or softest Down, or pearly Dew;
And breath'd such Fragrance, such Perfume,
As Roses that in Pæstus bloom.
Than blooms that Scent the vernal Air,
Than Virgin Lilly's radiant hue,
Or softest Down, or pearly Dew;
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As Roses that in Pæstus bloom.
O! snatch'd—, for ever snatch'd away!
To Fate a lovely tender Prey!
Entomb'd with thee my Pleasures lie,
My Mirth, my Love, my Raptures die!
To Fate a lovely tender Prey!
Entomb'd with thee my Pleasures lie,
My Mirth, my Love, my Raptures die!
Scarce cold within the sacred Urn,
Erotion sleeps, whom thus I mourn,
Yet Corvus in a Rage appears
To hear my Sighs, and see my Tears,
And cries, “Why this affected Show,
“ Of Grief, these Images of Woe?
“What means this Tearing of the Hair?
“This solemn Face of deep Despair?
“Can'st thou one Sign of Sorrow see,
“One Mark of real Grief in me?
“ Yet I've interr'd a beauteous Bride,
“Her Fortune ample—as her Pride;
“Of sober Sense, and anxious Thought
“To magnify the Wealth she brought:
“Yet I survive a Loss so great,
“And seem contented with my Fate.
Erotion sleeps, whom thus I mourn,
Yet Corvus in a Rage appears
To hear my Sighs, and see my Tears,
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“ Of Grief, these Images of Woe?
“What means this Tearing of the Hair?
“This solemn Face of deep Despair?
“Can'st thou one Sign of Sorrow see,
“One Mark of real Grief in me?
“ Yet I've interr'd a beauteous Bride,
“Her Fortune ample—as her Pride;
“Of sober Sense, and anxious Thought
“To magnify the Wealth she brought:
“Yet I survive a Loss so great,
“And seem contented with my Fate.
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Thrice happy Corvus! blissful Hour!
To lose a Wife, and gain a Dow'r:
What Patience Jove to Corvus gives!
He gets a thousand Pound—Yet lives!
To lose a Wife, and gain a Dow'r:
What Patience Jove to Corvus gives!
He gets a thousand Pound—Yet lives!
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