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 | The miscellaneous works (1739) |  |
In praise of Memory. Inscrib'd to the Honourable the Lady Worsely.
Best gift that heav'ns indulgence cou'd bestow!
To thee our surest happiness we owe;
Thou all the flying pleasures dost restore,
Which, but for thee, blest Mem'ry, were no more:
For we no sooner grasp some frail delight,
But ready for its everlasting flight,
E'er we can call the hasty bliss our own,
If not retain'd by thee, it is for ever gone.
To thee our surest happiness we owe;
Thou all the flying pleasures dost restore,
Which, but for thee, blest Mem'ry, were no more:
For we no sooner grasp some frail delight,
But ready for its everlasting flight,
E'er we can call the hasty bliss our own,
If not retain'd by thee, it is for ever gone.
Thou to the fond successful lover's heart,
A thousand melting raptures dost impart;
When, yet more lovely than herself, and kind,
Thou bring'st his fancy'd mistress to his mind;
The flatt'ring image wears a livelier grace,
A softer mein, and more inticing face.
A thousand melting raptures dost impart;
When, yet more lovely than herself, and kind,
Thou bring'st his fancy'd mistress to his mind;
The flatt'ring image wears a livelier grace,
A softer mein, and more inticing face.
Thou from the flying minutes dost retrieve
The joys, Clorinda's wit and humour give;
Those joys that I had once possess'd in vain,
Did not the dear remembrance still remain:
She speaks, methinks, and all my soul inspires,
Brightens each thought, and gives my muse new fires;
'Tis she that lends my daring fancy wings,
Softens my lyre, and tunes its warbling strings.
The joys, Clorinda's wit and humour give;
Those joys that I had once possess'd in vain,
Did not the dear remembrance still remain:
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Brightens each thought, and gives my muse new fires;
'Tis she that lends my daring fancy wings,
Softens my lyre, and tunes its warbling strings.
Thou only to the guilty art severe,
Who the review of their past actions fear;
But to the innocent and virtuous mind,
Art still propitious, smiling still, and kind.
To thee we all those charming pleasures owe,
The pleasures that from gen'rous actions flow,
And they are still the noblest we possess below.
Who the review of their past actions fear;
But to the innocent and virtuous mind,
Art still propitious, smiling still, and kind.
To thee we all those charming pleasures owe,
The pleasures that from gen'rous actions flow,
And they are still the noblest we possess below.
| The miscellaneous works (1739) | |