Poetic Lucubrations Containing The Misanthrope and Other Effusions. By T. Gordon Hake |
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JULIAN AND SYRENA,
An Eclogue.
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JULIAN AND SYRENA, An Eclogue.
JULIAN TO THE MORNING.
Awake! sweet morn, thy radiant smile renew,
Again sweet infant breathe thy purest light:
Awake! sweet morn, disperse the sparkling dew,
Disperse the pearly tears of ebon night.
Again sweet infant breathe thy purest light:
Awake! sweet morn, disperse the sparkling dew,
Disperse the pearly tears of ebon night.
Awake! sweet morn, thy slumb'ring eyes unveil,
And let those lids emit their hidden dawn:
Ye tears depart, forsake the dewy vale,
And with your freshness purify the morn.
And let those lids emit their hidden dawn:
Ye tears depart, forsake the dewy vale,
And with your freshness purify the morn.
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Unclose thy lovely eyes dear morn, and smile
Whilst nature's beauties waft a smile to you;
Her universal gloominess beguile
Into a vivid, variegated hue.
Whilst nature's beauties waft a smile to you;
Her universal gloominess beguile
Into a vivid, variegated hue.
To Syrena.
Come dearest come, beside the streams we'll roam,The gentle shades shall be our only home;
Beside the stream and willow we will stray,
Whilst hour on hour like bliss shall glide away.
Yes! dearest youth mine hand in your's shall lie,
And thus we'll watch the sun beams as they die:
See, I have gathered from the rose's stem
For you to wear, this dewy blushing gem.
And thus we'll watch the sun beams as they die:
See, I have gathered from the rose's stem
For you to wear, this dewy blushing gem.
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Around our arms the myrtle I'll entwine,
A kiss shall link your heart and hand to mine:
These wedded berries round your neck shall flow
Like roses scatter'd o'er a bed of snow.
A kiss shall link your heart and hand to mine:
These wedded berries round your neck shall flow
Like roses scatter'd o'er a bed of snow.
Syrena.
And with this flow'r I'll deck your flowing hair,
A flow'r which rose-trees but in summer wear,
And with these lilies will I wreathe a crest,
Which soon will droop—like Julian on my breast!
A flow'r which rose-trees but in summer wear,
And with these lilies will I wreathe a crest,
Which soon will droop—like Julian on my breast!
Julian.
Now let us sit beside this limpid stream,
And with it play as plays the dancing beam,
Into its marble pool I'll bend mine hand,
And cull pure crystals from its beds of sand.
And with it play as plays the dancing beam,
Into its marble pool I'll bend mine hand,
And cull pure crystals from its beds of sand.
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O! whilst you stoop, unto the green grass cling,
The waves arise your shadow's charms to sing.
The zephyrs Julian all around you fly,
And for your safety in soft murmurs sigh.
The waves arise your shadow's charms to sing.
The zephyrs Julian all around you fly,
And for your safety in soft murmurs sigh.
Julian.
I sink, Syrena! with those rubies sip,
The chilly moisture of this dying lip:
Oh, whilst the cruel waters round me hiss,
Calm all my terrors with a parting kiss!
The chilly moisture of this dying lip:
Oh, whilst the cruel waters round me hiss,
Calm all my terrors with a parting kiss!
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