Philomela Or, Poems By Mrs. Elizabeth Singer, [Now Rowe,] ... The Second Edition |
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TO ORESTES. |
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TO ORESTES.
To vex thy Soul with these unjust Alarms,Fie, dear mistrustful, can'st thou doubt thy Charms;
Or think a Breast so young and soft as Mine,
Could e'er resist such killing Eyes as Thine?
Not love Thee! witness all ye Powers above,
(That know my Heart) to what Excess I love,
How many tender Sighs for Thee I've spent,
I who ne'er knew what serious Passion meant,
Till to revenge his slighted Votaries,
The God of Love, couch'd in thy beauteous Eyes
At once inspir'd and fix'd my roving Heart,
Which till that Moment scorn'd his proudest Dart.
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As others unregarded do for Me;
Silent as Night, and pensive as a Dove,
Thro' Shades more gloomy than my Thoughts I rove,
With downcast Eyes, as languishing an Air,
The Emblem I, of Love, and of Despair.
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