Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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Less Security at Sea than on Shore.
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Less Security at Sea than on Shore.
An Idyllium of Moschus Englished.
When Seas are calm, tost by no angry Wind,
What roving Thoughts perplex my easy Mind?
My Muse no more delights me, I would fain
Enjoy the tempting Pleasures of the Main:
What roving Thoughts perplex my easy Mind?
My Muse no more delights me, I would fain
Enjoy the tempting Pleasures of the Main:
But when I see the blust'ring Storms arise,
Heaving up Waves, like Mountains, to the Skies;
The Seas I dread, and all my Fancy bend
To the firm Land, my Old and Certain Friend.
Heaving up Waves, like Mountains, to the Skies;
The Seas I dread, and all my Fancy bend
To the firm Land, my Old and Certain Friend.
In pleasant Groves I there can Shelter take;
'Mongst the Tall Pines the Winds but Musick make:
The Fisher's Boat's his House, on Seas he strives
To cheat poor Fish, but still in danger lives.
'Mongst the Tall Pines the Winds but Musick make:
The Fisher's Boat's his House, on Seas he strives
To cheat poor Fish, but still in danger lives.
Sweetly does gentle Sleep my Eyes invade,
While free from Fear, under the Plane-trees Shade
I lye, and there the Neighb'ring Fountains hear,
Whose Purling Noise with Pleasure Charms the Ear.
While free from Fear, under the Plane-trees Shade
I lye, and there the Neighb'ring Fountains hear,
Whose Purling Noise with Pleasure Charms the Ear.
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