Wishes to a godson with other miscellany poems. By B. M. [i.e. Bernard Mandeville] |
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The yeilding Minute.
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The yeilding Minute.
I
One Day when Damon with his Celia walk'd,Whilst of his Love in easie words he talk'd;
The Nymph surveys the lovely Swain,
Then stands, then sighs, then stands again;
He smiles, and gazing on her Face,
They both were fix'd upon the Place;
At last she blush'd and turn'd away,
Look'd down and said, I dare not stay.
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II
Then on the ground, he gently sets the Fair,She strugling, squeez'd his Hands, and cry'd; forbear;
Do not my Damon, Damon don't,
He kiss'd and cry'd, my Dear, I won't;
Her Breath went short, her Hands did shake,
She push'd, then pull'd him by mistake;
'Till trembling on the Grass she fell,
And Damon—but I must not tell.
III
The melting Youth lay panting on her Breast,And wish'd he might be thus for ever bless'd;
But sudden Tears, fill'd Celia's Eyes,
Alas! 'tis gone! 'tis lost she crys;
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Folds yielding Celia in his Arms
And says, whilst thus in Love we're bound,
How can you lose what I have found?
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