Poems on Several Occasions With Anne Boleyn to King Henry VIII. An Epistle. By Mrs. Elizabeth Tollet. The Second Edition |
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Winter SONG. |
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Winter SONG.
Ask me no more, my Truth to prove,What I wou'd suffer for my Love:
With thee I wou'd in Exile go,
To Regions of eternal Snow:
O'er Floods by solid Ice confin'd;
Thro' Forests bare with Northern Wind:
While all around my Eyes I cast,
Where all is wild, and all is waste.
If there the tim'rous Stag you chace,
Or rouze to fight a fiercer Race,
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And give thy Hand the Hunter's Spear.
When the low Sun withdraws his Light,
And menaces an half Year's Night,
The conscious Moon, and Stars above,
Shall guide me with my wand'ring Love.
Beneath the Mountain's hollow Brow,
Or in its rocky Cells below,
Thy rural Feast I wou'd provide;
Nor envy Palaces their Pride.
The softest Moss shou'd dress thy Bed,
With Savage Spoils about thee spread:
While faithful Love the Watch should keep,
To banish Danger from thy Sleep.
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