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Delia (Italy) (search for this): section 14
threw That man might guess at what he could not show. So when our pleasures rise to excess, No tongue can tell it, and no pen express. Love will not have his mysteries revealed, And beauty keeps the joys it gives concealed. And till those joys my Delia lets me know, To me they shall continue ever so. Ah! Delia, would indulgent love decree, Thy faithful slave that heaven of bliss with thee: What then should be my verse? what darling flights Should my muse take? reach what celestial heights? NowDelia, would indulgent love decree, Thy faithful slave that heaven of bliss with thee: What then should be my verse? what darling flights Should my muse take? reach what celestial heights? Now in despair, with drooping notes she sings, No dawn of hope to raise her on her wings. In the warm spring the warbling birds rejoice, And in the smiling sunshine tune their voice. Bask'd in the beams, they strain their tender throats, Where cheerful light inspires the charming notes. Such, and so charming, should my numbers be, If you, my only light, would smile on me. Your influence would inspire as moving airs, And make my song as soft and sweet as theirs. Would you but once auspiciously in
Pyrrha (search for this): section 14
; Where a wide-spreading main around us roars, Besprinkling with its foam our desert shores; Where winds and waves in endless wars engage, And high-wrought tides roll with eternal rage; Where ships far off their fearful courses steer, And no bold vessel ever ventures near. Should rising seas swell over ev'ry coast, Were mankind in a second deluge lost, Did only two of all the world survive, Only one man, one woman left alive, And should the gods that lot to us allow, Were I Deucalion, and my Pyrrha thou, Contentedly I should my fate embrace, And would not beg them to renew our race; All my most ardent wishes should implore, All I should ask from each indulgent pow'r, Would be to keep thee safe, and have no more. Your cruelty occasions all my smart, Your kindness could restore my bleeding heart. You work me to a storm, you make me calm; You give the wound, and can infuse the balm. Of you I boast, of you alone complain, My greatest pleasure and my greatest pain. Whene'er you grieve I can
Sestos (search for this): section 14
eptune's reach; Then blow, ye winds; ye troubled billows roar; Roll on ye angry waves, and lash the shore; Ruffle the seas, drive the tempestuous air; Be one continu'd storm, to keep me there. Ah Hero, when to you my course is bent, I seem to slide along a smooth descent. But in returning thence, I clamber up, And scale, methinks, some lofty mountain's top. Why, when our souls by mutual love are join'd, Why are we sunder'd by the sea and wind? Either make my Abydos your retreat, Or let your Sestos be my much lov'd seat. This plague of absence I can bear no more, Come what can come, I'll shortly venture o'er; Not all the rage of seas, nor force of storms, Nothing but death, shall keep me from your arms: Yet may that death at least so friendly prove, To float me to the coast of her I love. Let not the thought occasion any fear; Doubt not, I will be soon and safely there: But till that time, let this employ your hours, And show ou that I can be none but yours." Meanwhile, the vessel fro
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