PAST ruind Ilion Helen lives,
Alcestis rises from the shades;
Verse calls them forth; tis verse
Immortal youth to mortal maids.
Soon shall Oblivions deepening veil
Hide all the peopled hills you see,
The gay, the proud,
while lovers hail
These many summers you and me.
PROUD word you never spoke, but you will speak
Four not exempt from pride some future
Resting on one white hand a warm wet cheek,
Over my open volume you will say,
This man loved
methen rise and trip away.
MOTHER, I cannot mind my wheel;
My fingers ache, my lips are dry:
O, if you felt the pain I
But O, who ever felt as I?
No longer could I doubt him true
All other men may use deceit;
He always said my eyes
And often swore my lips were sweet.
IN Clementinas artless mien
Lucilla asks me what I see,
And are the roses of sixteen
Lucilla asks, if that be all,
Have I not culld as sweet before:
Ah yes, Lucilla! and their fall
I now behold another scene,
Where Pleasure beams with Heavens own light,
more constant, more serene,
And not less bright.
Faith, on whose breast the Loves repose,
Whose chain of flowers no force can sever,
Modesty who, when she goes,
Is gone for ever.
AN ancient chestnuts blossoms threw
Their heavy odour over two:
Leucippe, it is said, was
The other, then, was Alciphron.
Come, come! why should we stand beneath?
This hollow trees
Said Alciphron, heres not a blade
Of grass or moss, and scanty shade.
is just the hour to rove
In the lone dingle shepherds love;
There, straight and tall, the hazel twig
the crookàed rock-held fig,
Oer the blue pebbles where the rill
In winter runs and may run still.
while fresh and calm the air,
And while the shepherds are not there.
Leucippe. But I would rather go when they
Sit round about and sing and play.
Then why so hurry me? for
Like play and song, and shepherds too.
Alciphron. I like the shepherds very well,
And song and play, as you can tell.
But there is play, I sadly
And song I would not have you hear.
Leucippe. What can it be? What can it be?
Alciphron. To you may none of them repeat
The play that you have playd with me,
The song that made
your bosom beat.
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