FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63  
64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   >>   >|  
k glory by our pain.[48] FOOTNOTES: [43] MS. _Whose pure offering comes too late._ [44] MS. _profess'd her._ [45] MS. _the._ [46] MS. _such a._ [47] MS. _by._ [48] MS. _Your aime is sure to ruine us._ _Seeking your glory by our paine_ TO AMORET. Walking in a Starry Evening. If, Amoret, that glorious eye, In the first birth of light, And death of Night, Had with those elder fires you spy Scatter'd so high, Received form and sight; We might suspect in the vast ring, Amidst these golden glories, And fiery stories;[49] Whether the sun had been the king And guide of day, Or your brighter eye should sway. But, Amoret, such is my fate, That if thy face a star Had shin'd from far, I am persuaded in that state, 'Twixt thee and me, Of some predestin'd sympathy.[50] For sure such two conspiring minds, Which no accident, or sight, Did thus unite; Whom no distance can confine, Start, or decline, One for another were design'd. FOOTNOTES: [49] MS. MS. _We may suspect in the vast ring_, _Which rolls those fiery spheres_ _Thro' years and years._ [50] MS. _There would be perfect sympathy._ TO AMORET GONE FROM HIM. Fancy and I, last evening, walk'd, And Amoret, of thee we talk'd; The West just then had stolen the sun, And his last blushes were begun: We sate, and mark'd how everything Did mourn his absence: how the spring That smil'd and curl'd about his beams, Whilst he was here, now check'd her streams: The wanton eddies of her face Were taught less noise, and smoother grace; And in a slow, sad channel went, Whisp'ring the banks their discontent: The careless ranks of flowers that spread Their perfum'd bosoms to his head. And with an open, free embrace, Did entertain his beamy face, Like absent friends point to the West, And on that weak reflection feast. If creatures then that have no sense, But the loose tie of influence, Though fate and time each day remove Those things that element their love, At such vast distance can agree, Why, Amoret, why should not we? A SONG TO AMORET. If I were dead, and in my place Some fresher youth design'd
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   59   60   61   62   63  
64   65   66   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Amoret

 

AMORET

 

FOOTNOTES

 
sympathy
 

design

 

distance

 

suspect

 

eddies

 
smoother
 

taught


absence

 
stolen
 

blushes

 
spring
 

streams

 

Whilst

 

wanton

 
remove
 

things

 

element


Though

 
influence
 

fresher

 

creatures

 

spread

 

perfum

 
bosoms
 

flowers

 
discontent
 

careless


friends

 

reflection

 

absent

 

embrace

 
entertain
 
channel
 
accident
 

glorious

 

Scatter

 

golden


glories

 

stories

 
Amidst
 

Received

 

Evening

 

Starry

 
offering
 

profess

 

Seeking

 

Walking