A SONG in the Dutch-Love••.
AMintas bid me to a Grove,
Where all the Trees did shade us,
The Sun it self, though it had strove,
It could not have betray'd us,
A Collection of poems written upon several occasions by several persons with many additions, never before in print.
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- Title
- A Collection of poems written upon several occasions by several persons with many additions, never before in print.
- Publication
- London :: Printed for Tho. Collins and John Ford ... and Will. Cademan ...,
- 1673.
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- English poetry -- 17th century.
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"A Collection of poems written upon several occasions by several persons with many additions, never before in print." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A33849.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 5, 2024.
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Page 178
The place, secur'd from Humane eyes,
No other fear allows,
But, when the Wind doth gently rise,
To kiss the yeilding boughs.
(2)
Down there we sat upon the Mosse,
And did begin to play,
A thousand wanton tricks to passe
The heat of all the day;
A many kisses he did give,
And I return'd the same,
Which made me willing to receive.
That which I dare not name.
(3)
His Charming Eyes no Aid requir'd
To tell their am'rous tale;
On her that was already fir'd,
'Twas easie to prevail:
Page 179
He did but kisse, and clasp me round,
Whilst those his thoughts expressd,
And laid me sof••ly on the ground,
Oh•• who can guess the rest.