Memoirs of the Life of Barton Booth ... With his Character. To which are added Several Poetical Pieces, Written by Himself, viz. Translations from Horace, Songs, Odes, &c. To which is likewise annexed, the Case of Mr. Booth's last illness, and what was observ'd (particularly with regard to the Quick-Silver found in his Intestines) upon the Opening of his Body, in the Presence of Sir Hans Sloan by Mr. Alexander Small, Surgeon. Publish'd by an Intimate Acquaintance of Mr. Booth, By Consent of his Widow |
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[Sweet are the Charms of her I love]
Sweet are the Charms of her I love,
More fragrant than the Damask Rose;
Soft as the Down on Turtle-Dove;
Gentle as Air when Zephir blows;
Refreshing as descending Rains,
To Sun-burnt Climes and thirsty Plains.
More fragrant than the Damask Rose;
Soft as the Down on Turtle-Dove;
Gentle as Air when Zephir blows;
Refreshing as descending Rains,
To Sun-burnt Climes and thirsty Plains.
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True as the Needle to the Pole,
Or as the Dial to the Sun;
Constant as gliding Waters roll,
Whose swelling Tides obey the Moon:
From ev'ry other Charmer free,
My Life and Love shall follow thee.
Or as the Dial to the Sun;
Constant as gliding Waters roll,
Whose swelling Tides obey the Moon:
From ev'ry other Charmer free,
My Life and Love shall follow thee.
The Lamb the flow'ry Thyme devours;
The Dam the tender Kid pursues;
Sweet Philomel, in shady Bowers
Of verdant Spring, his Note renews:
All follow what they most admire,
As I pursue my Soul's Desire.
The Dam the tender Kid pursues;
Sweet Philomel, in shady Bowers
Of verdant Spring, his Note renews:
All follow what they most admire,
As I pursue my Soul's Desire.
Nature must change her beauteous Face,
And vary as the Seasons rise;
As Winter to the Spring gives place,
Summer th' Approach of Autumn flies:
No Change in Love the Seasons bring,
Love only knows perpetual Spring.
And vary as the Seasons rise;
As Winter to the Spring gives place,
Summer th' Approach of Autumn flies:
No Change in Love the Seasons bring,
Love only knows perpetual Spring.
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Devouring Time, with stealing Pace,
Makes lofty Oaks and Cedars bow;
And marble Tow'rs, and Walls of Brass,
In his rude March he levels low:
But Time, destroying far and wide,
Love from the Soul can ne'er divide.
Makes lofty Oaks and Cedars bow;
And marble Tow'rs, and Walls of Brass,
In his rude March he levels low:
But Time, destroying far and wide,
Love from the Soul can ne'er divide.
Death only, with his cruel Dart,
The gentle Godhead can remove;
And drive him from the bleeding Heart,
To mingle with the Bless'd above:
Where, known to all his kindred Train,
He finds a lasting Rest from Pain.
The gentle Godhead can remove;
And drive him from the bleeding Heart,
To mingle with the Bless'd above:
Where, known to all his kindred Train,
He finds a lasting Rest from Pain.
Love, and his Sister fair, the Soul,
Twin-born, from Heav'n together came;
Love will the Universe controul,
When dying Seasons lose their Name:
Divine Abodes shall own his Pow'r,
When Time and Death shall be no more.
Twin-born, from Heav'n together came;
Love will the Universe controul,
When dying Seasons lose their Name:
Divine Abodes shall own his Pow'r,
When Time and Death shall be no more.
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