Philomela Or, Poems By Mrs. Elizabeth Singer, [Now Rowe,] ... The Second Edition |
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 | CHAP. I. Philomela |  |
Wilt thou deny the Bounty of a Kiss,
And see me languish for the melting Bliss?
More sweet to me than bright delicious Wine,
Press'd from the Purple Clusters of the Vine:
As fragrant too as Ointments poured forth,
Are the loud Echoes of thy matchless Worth;
Which makes the Virgins, kindled by thy Fame,
Wish to expire in the Celestial Flame:
Come then, display thy lovely Face, and we,
Drawn by resistless Charms, will follow thee;
Into thy Royal Chambers brought, where I,
May see my Lord, and fear no Witness by.
And see me languish for the melting Bliss?
More sweet to me than bright delicious Wine,
Press'd from the Purple Clusters of the Vine:
As fragrant too as Ointments poured forth,
Are the loud Echoes of thy matchless Worth;
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Wish to expire in the Celestial Flame:
Come then, display thy lovely Face, and we,
Drawn by resistless Charms, will follow thee;
Into thy Royal Chambers brought, where I,
May see my Lord, and fear no Witness by.
I'm black, 'tis true, for scorching in the Sun;
I kept another's Vine, and left my own;
But tho' thus clouded, the reflecting Face
Of my bright Love shall all this Blackness chace.
I kept another's Vine, and left my own;
But tho' thus clouded, the reflecting Face
Of my bright Love shall all this Blackness chace.
Say then, my Dear, much dearer than my Soul;
Where feed thy Milky Flocks? Unto what cool
Refreshing Shade dost thou resort? lest I
Should (as I languish) in thy Absence die:
Say, Lovely Shepherd, say, What happy Streams
Are gilded now with thy Illustrious Beams?
Where feed thy Milky Flocks? Unto what cool
Refreshing Shade dost thou resort? lest I
Should (as I languish) in thy Absence die:
Say, Lovely Shepherd, say, What happy Streams
Are gilded now with thy Illustrious Beams?
| CHAP. I. Philomela | |