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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ODE VIII.
'Twas when the mirth-exciting Bowl
Had sooth'd my Cares, and rais'd the Soul,
That I on purple Carpets spread
My Limbs at Ease, and lean'd my Head,
'Till Sleep, the soft-wing'd Child of Night,
With Shades enveil'd my swimming Sight.
Had sooth'd my Cares, and rais'd the Soul,
That I on purple Carpets spread
My Limbs at Ease, and lean'd my Head,
'Till Sleep, the soft-wing'd Child of Night,
With Shades enveil'd my swimming Sight.
Then seem'd I swift in am'rous Play,
To run with Virgins, fair as Day,
While Youths, more delicately fram'd
Than that soft God Lyœus nam'd,
Reproach'd my too advent'rous Age,
That dare such Bloom and Youth engage,
—For Love—was a prepost'rous Crime,
In one so silver'd o'er by Time.
To run with Virgins, fair as Day,
While Youths, more delicately fram'd
Than that soft God Lyœus nam'd,
Reproach'd my too advent'rous Age,
That dare such Bloom and Youth engage,
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In one so silver'd o'er by Time.
But while, to perfect all my Bliss,
I wish'd to snatch a fragrant Kiss,
From these my Sleep-forsaken Eyes,
The Fancy's fair Creation flies,
The sweet Illusions flit away,
And all the pleasing Forms decay.
I wish'd to snatch a fragrant Kiss,
From these my Sleep-forsaken Eyes,
The Fancy's fair Creation flies,
The sweet Illusions flit away,
And all the pleasing Forms decay.
Abandon'd, wretched, griev'd, alone,
I sigh'd, the lov'ly Phantoms flown,
I wish'd, I strove, but strove in vain,
To dream the Rapture o'er again.
I sigh'd, the lov'ly Phantoms flown,
I wish'd, I strove, but strove in vain,
To dream the Rapture o'er again.
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