Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others.
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- Title
- Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others.
- Author
- Barker, Jane.
- Publication
- London :: Printed for Benjamin Crayle ...,
- 1688.
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- Subject terms
- English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
- Songs, English -- Texts.
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"Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts / part I, occasionally written by Mrs. Jane Barker, part II, by several gentlemen of the universities, and others." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A30923.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 7, 2024.
Pages
Page 186
To her m' inamour'd Heart doth panting move,
By fervent Efforts of Ecstatick Love:
With modest Blushes I inform her Eyes,
Her vertuous Love has made my Heart her prize.
And whilst my Blushes doe confess I burn,
By Sighs and Looks she makes as kind return.
Know then, kind Nymph, my Love to you's expir'd,
And fled to her, who thus my Breast has fir'd.
Without her (a) 1.1 Art, your Beauty will decay,
A fit of Sickness makes it fade away:
Whilst in her sight no bold Disease durst stand,
But, trembling, vanishes at her command.
What though your Pencil Nature oft supplies,
With Charms as piercing as your Azure Eyes:
Yet know, 'tis noble Verse sets off your Paint;
Her Poetry alone can dub a Saint.
Notes
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(a) 1.1
The Lady having Skill in Physick.