A Collection of Original Poems By Samuel Derrick |
On the Author's receiving a Sprig of Myrtle from a young Lady. |
A Collection of Original Poems | ||
On the Author's receiving a Sprig of Myrtle from a young Lady.
What fears, what terrors does thy gift create,Ambiguous emblem of my future fate;
The myrtle ensign of supreme command,
Consign'd by Venus to Melissa's hand;
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Oft favours, oft rejects the poet's pray'r;
In myrtle groves, oft sings the happy swain;
In myrtle shades, despairing ghosts complain:
Oh! then the meaning of thy gift impart,
And ease the throbbing of an anxious heart;
Soon, shall this bough, as you shall fix his doom,
Adorn Philander's head,—or grace his tomb.
A Collection of Original Poems | ||