A Collection of Poems Occasionally Writ On Several Subjects. By Isaac Thompson |
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Damon to Celia.
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Damon to Celia.
Kind lovely Celia, soft enchanting Fair,
More lov'd than Health, than Life itself more dear.
Thy tender Lines more Blessings brought to me,
Than Spring to Birds, or Lillies to the Bee:
The well known Seal awaken'd all my Joys,
And e're I broke it loose I kist it thrice;
But hasty Love forbidding more delay,
Impatient, cry'd, what does my Charmer say?
She says a thousand dear enchanting Things,
And each a Thousand dear Enchantments brings.
My Heart in ev'ry Line, new Raptures move,
And ev'ry Syllable's a Soul of Love;
No more of tedious Absence I complain,
This amply recompenses all my Pain.
O dear blest Messenger of tender Joy,
Prolong this Bliss, and cheat each Moment by,
'Till that more heav'nly Hour which shall display
The Charmer's self, more heav'nly Joys convey;
When sunk, beneath a Million Transports prest,
Lost in her Charms, I tremble on her Breast,
And rapt, when each to each has more to tell,
Than Tongue can speak, or Language can reveal.
Our bounding Souls t'exchange their Places try,
Break thro' each breathe, and issue at each Eye;
Each Sigh, each languid Look, discloses more
Than Poets feign, or Nat'ralists explore.
More lov'd than Health, than Life itself more dear.
Thy tender Lines more Blessings brought to me,
Than Spring to Birds, or Lillies to the Bee:
The well known Seal awaken'd all my Joys,
And e're I broke it loose I kist it thrice;
But hasty Love forbidding more delay,
Impatient, cry'd, what does my Charmer say?
She says a thousand dear enchanting Things,
And each a Thousand dear Enchantments brings.
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And ev'ry Syllable's a Soul of Love;
No more of tedious Absence I complain,
This amply recompenses all my Pain.
O dear blest Messenger of tender Joy,
Prolong this Bliss, and cheat each Moment by,
'Till that more heav'nly Hour which shall display
The Charmer's self, more heav'nly Joys convey;
When sunk, beneath a Million Transports prest,
Lost in her Charms, I tremble on her Breast,
And rapt, when each to each has more to tell,
Than Tongue can speak, or Language can reveal.
Our bounding Souls t'exchange their Places try,
Break thro' each breathe, and issue at each Eye;
Each Sigh, each languid Look, discloses more
Than Poets feign, or Nat'ralists explore.
O matchless Nymph, forever lov'd by me,
How much I long that blissful Day to see,
When plac'd beneath the Influence of thy Eye,
No Foes shall seek to interupt our Joy;
Nor Fortune strive by Absence to remove,
Our Peace from one continu'd calm of Love.
O shining Hour, O lightsome Day of Gold!
Spring forth thou Morn, thou Paradise unfold!
Alas, the lagging Moments stay behind,
Nor Pray'rs can make the sturdy Hours more kind!
With Time no soft Entreaties find a Place,
Nor laggs he more, nor speeds he more his Pace,
Alike regardless, both of Hate and Love,
The only Pow'r, nor Gifts, nor Pray'rs can move.
But while my Celia, soft, indulgent, shines,
And speeds an Intercourse of tender Lines;
The melting Joys her dear Impressions bring,
Cheat Time's dull Course, and gild his dusky Wing;
The tardy Hours more nimbly seem to run;
And slides more smooth, each bright succeeding Sun.
How much I long that blissful Day to see,
When plac'd beneath the Influence of thy Eye,
No Foes shall seek to interupt our Joy;
Nor Fortune strive by Absence to remove,
Our Peace from one continu'd calm of Love.
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Spring forth thou Morn, thou Paradise unfold!
Alas, the lagging Moments stay behind,
Nor Pray'rs can make the sturdy Hours more kind!
With Time no soft Entreaties find a Place,
Nor laggs he more, nor speeds he more his Pace,
Alike regardless, both of Hate and Love,
The only Pow'r, nor Gifts, nor Pray'rs can move.
But while my Celia, soft, indulgent, shines,
And speeds an Intercourse of tender Lines;
The melting Joys her dear Impressions bring,
Cheat Time's dull Course, and gild his dusky Wing;
The tardy Hours more nimbly seem to run;
And slides more smooth, each bright succeeding Sun.
O charming Celia, ever let me find
Your Presence Rapture, and your Absence kind!
Support a Life forever fixt your own,
That knows no Wishes but for you alone:
That likes no Change, nor seeks, but to be true,
Nor ever shall acknowledge Love but you.
Not all the flow'ry Sex besides, shall bend
My steady Purpose from it's destin'd End;
No other End, my Thoughts resolv'd, explore,
But live with you, or live on Earth no more.
Your Presence Rapture, and your Absence kind!
Support a Life forever fixt your own,
That knows no Wishes but for you alone:
That likes no Change, nor seeks, but to be true,
Nor ever shall acknowledge Love but you.
Not all the flow'ry Sex besides, shall bend
My steady Purpose from it's destin'd End;
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But live with you, or live on Earth no more.
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