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ON A LADY Throwing Snow-Balls.
AN ODE.
By the Same.
To the bleak Winds on barren Sands,
While Delia dares her Charms expose,
To missile Globes with glowing Hands,
She forms the soft descending Snows.
While Delia dares her Charms expose,
To missile Globes with glowing Hands,
She forms the soft descending Snows.
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The lovely Maid from ev'ry Part
Collecting, molds with nicest Care,
The Flakes less frozen than her Heart,
Or than her downy Bosom fair.
Collecting, molds with nicest Care,
The Flakes less frozen than her Heart,
Or than her downy Bosom fair.
On my poor Breast her Arms she tries;
Levell'd at me, like darted Flame
From Jove's red Hand, the Pellet flies,
As swift-its Course, and sure its Aim.
Levell'd at me, like darted Flame
From Jove's red Hand, the Pellet flies,
As swift-its Course, and sure its Aim.
Cold as I thought the fleecy Rain,
Unshock'd I stood, nor fear'd a Smart,
While latent Fires with pointed Pain,
Shot thro' my Veins, and pierc'd my Heart.
Unshock'd I stood, nor fear'd a Smart,
While latent Fires with pointed Pain,
Shot thro' my Veins, and pierc'd my Heart.
Or with her Eyes she warm'd the Snow,
(What Coldness can their Beams withstand?)
Or else, (who would not kindle so?)
It caught th'Infection from her Hand.
(What Coldness can their Beams withstand?)
Or else, (who would not kindle so?)
It caught th'Infection from her Hand.
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So glowing Seeds to Flints confin'd,
The Sun's enliv'ning Heat conveys:
Thus Iron to the Loadstone joyn'd,
Usurps its Pow'r, and wins its Praise.
The Sun's enliv'ning Heat conveys:
Thus Iron to the Loadstone joyn'd,
Usurps its Pow'r, and wins its Praise.
So strongly influent shine her Charms,
While Heav'n's own Light can scarce appear;
While Winters rage, his Rays disarms,
And blasts the Beauties of the Year.
While Heav'n's own Light can scarce appear;
While Winters rage, his Rays disarms,
And blasts the Beauties of the Year.
To ev'ry Hope of Safety lost,
In vain we fly the lovely Foe,
Since Flames invade disguis'd in Frost,
And Cupid tips his Dart with Snow.
In vain we fly the lovely Foe,
Since Flames invade disguis'd in Frost,
And Cupid tips his Dart with Snow.
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