Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
 |
|
|
The Musical Conqueress.
|
 | Lyric Poems |  |
149
The Musical Conqueress.
Led by kind Stars, one Ev'ning to the Grove,
I spy'd my Cynthia in the Walk of Love;
Her Heav'nly Voice did soon salute my Ears,
I heard, methought, the Music of the Sphears.
I spy'd my Cynthia in the Walk of Love;
Her Heav'nly Voice did soon salute my Ears,
I heard, methought, the Music of the Sphears.
Those Notes on all the Birds had laid a Spell,
And list'ning 'mongst the rest was Philomel;
Who thinking she, in Credit, suffer'd wrong,
Strove, thô in vain, to equal Cynthia's Song:
And list'ning 'mongst the rest was Philomel;
Who thinking she, in Credit, suffer'd wrong,
Strove, thô in vain, to equal Cynthia's Song:
But when her self, in Voice, out-done she knew,
Being griev'd, she ceas'd, and from her Rival flew.
I stay'd, and saw my Fair walk round the Tree,
And sing her Triumph for the Victory.
Being griev'd, she ceas'd, and from her Rival flew.
I stay'd, and saw my Fair walk round the Tree,
And sing her Triumph for the Victory.
Thus whilst my Ears were feasted with Delight,
My Eyes no less were charm'd at her Angelic Sight.
My Eyes no less were charm'd at her Angelic Sight.
| Lyric Poems | |