Streams from Helicon Or, Poems On Various Subjects. In Three Parts. By Alexander Pennecuik ... The Second Edition. Enter'd in Stationer's Hall |
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On a fair Lady,
Suckling a beautiful Child, holding an Apple in its Hand.
I'm all in Flame, was e'er such Beauty seen,
O she is fairer than the Lydian Queen,
For whom fierce Herc'les dropt his Lions Skin;
And dress'd in Linsey Woolsey learn'd to Spin.
O she is fairer than the Lydian Queen,
For whom fierce Herc'les dropt his Lions Skin;
And dress'd in Linsey Woolsey learn'd to Spin.
Like Venus she's of every Charm possess'd,
Lo! there is Cupid hanging on her Breast;
Fondling the Babe, his little Wagries spies,
Closs in her Bosom languishing he lies.
Lo! there is Cupid hanging on her Breast;
Fondling the Babe, his little Wagries spies,
Closs in her Bosom languishing he lies.
In that transparent Heav'n, doth Sport and Play,
Circling with am'rous Folds the milkie Way;
She holds th'o'er flowing Goblet to his Lip,
From whence he doth sweet killing Philtres sip.
Circling with am'rous Folds the milkie Way;
She holds th'o'er flowing Goblet to his Lip,
From whence he doth sweet killing Philtres sip.
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I'm wrong, the dazling Beams my Eyes destroy;
Tho' he resembles much the Paphian Boy,
It can't be he, Cupid doth wear a Bow,
In this soft Hand doth a fair Apple grow;
Oh! now I mind the Thing, I hear'd it long ago.
Tho' he resembles much the Paphian Boy,
It can't be he, Cupid doth wear a Bow,
In this soft Hand doth a fair Apple grow;
Oh! now I mind the Thing, I hear'd it long ago.
On Pelis's Wedding-Day did Strifes arise,
The tempting Gold'n Apple was the Prize,
For which three Goddesses forsook their Skies.
The tempting Gold'n Apple was the Prize,
For which three Goddesses forsook their Skies.
Upon the Apple were these Words engraven,
Let this be to the fairest Goddess giv'n:
Each thought she'd gain the Prize, they all agree,
Paris be chosen for to end the Plea;
They'll firmly acquiesce to his Decree.
Let this be to the fairest Goddess giv'n:
Each thought she'd gain the Prize, they all agree,
Paris be chosen for to end the Plea;
They'll firmly acquiesce to his Decree.
Well knew the Boy to please the Pow'rs above,
He gav't to Venus, she's the Queen of Love:
See how she takes it from the charming Youth,
And Prints her melting Kisses on his Mouth.
He gav't to Venus, she's the Queen of Love:
See how she takes it from the charming Youth,
And Prints her melting Kisses on his Mouth.
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