Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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Describes the place where Cynthia is sporting her self.
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Describes the place where Cynthia is sporting her self.
Behold yon' Hill, how it is swell'd with pride,
And that aspiring Oak upon its side,
With how much scorn they overlook the Plain,
Proud of the lovely Guest they entertain.
And that aspiring Oak upon its side,
With how much scorn they overlook the Plain,
Proud of the lovely Guest they entertain.
See with what hast those Crystal Springs do flow,
T'incorporate with the Silver Brook below;
There does my wanton Cynthia sporting stand,
Printing her Footsteps on the yielding sand.
T'incorporate with the Silver Brook below;
There does my wanton Cynthia sporting stand,
Printing her Footsteps on the yielding sand.
Look Thyrsis how she fills with Joy the place,
She Baths her Feet, and views her Angels Face;
Sure I've a Rival of that amorous Hill,
And those are streams of tears which thence distill.
She Baths her Feet, and views her Angels Face;
Sure I've a Rival of that amorous Hill,
And those are streams of tears which thence distill.
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