Poetical exercises written upon several occasions presented and dedicated to Her Royal Highness, Mary, Princess of Orange.
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Poetical exercises written upon several occasions presented and dedicated to Her Royal Highness, Mary, Princess of Orange.
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Cutts, John Cutts, Baron, 1661-1707.
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London :: Printed for R. Bentley, and S. Magnes ...,
1687.
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"Poetical exercises written upon several occasions presented and dedicated to Her Royal Highness, Mary, Princess of Orange." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A35525.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 24, 2024.
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DESPAIR.
A SONG, set by Mr. Abel, Servant to
His MAJESTY.
O You immortal Powers of Love,Why do you all my Hopes remove?You give me up to certain Fate,And force me to be desperate.
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Is it for this I've sacrific'dMy Quiet, and the World despis'd?To burn, to bleed, to sigh, to groan,To Love, be wretched, and undone?
When first you did my Soul inspire,And I aproach'd your gentle Fire,Was I unwilling to foregoMy Ease, and be a Slave to you?
I hasten'd to the Myrtle Grove,And there an Altar rais'd to Love;On which my Heart still burning lies,Inflam'd, at first, by Phillis's Eyes.
She pull'd it from panting Breast,And in a Veil of Crimson drest,
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'Twas on the fatal Altar laid,By the too rash, unthinking Maid.
For, oh! I fear, she did prophane,And take Love's sacred Name in vain;For which unhappy Error, I,By injur'd Love, am doom'd to dye.
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