Several Occasions.
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Curst, ever curst be that unlucky Day,
When trembling, sighing, at my Feet he lay,
I trembled, sigh'd, and look'd my Heart away!
Why was he form'd, ye Pow'rs, his Sex's Pride,
Too False to love, too Fair to be deny'd?
Ye heedless Virgins, gaze not on his Eyes,
Lovely they are, but she that gazes dies!
O! fly his Voice, be deaf to all he says,
Charms has his Voice, but charming it betrays!
At every Word, each Motion of his Eye,
A thousand Loves are born, a thousand Lovers die.
When trembling, sighing, at my Feet he lay,
I trembled, sigh'd, and look'd my Heart away!
Why was he form'd, ye Pow'rs, his Sex's Pride,
Too False to love, too Fair to be deny'd?
Ye heedless Virgins, gaze not on his Eyes,
Lovely they are, but she that gazes dies!
O! fly his Voice, be deaf to all he says,
Charms has his Voice, but charming it betrays!
At every Word, each Motion of his Eye,
A thousand Loves are born, a thousand Lovers die.
Say, gentle Youths, ye blest Arcadian Swains,
Inhabitants of these delightful Plains,
Say, by what Fountain, in what rosy Bow'r,
Reclines my Charmer in the Noon-tide Hour!
To you, dear Fugitive, where'er you stray,
Wild with Despair, impatient of Delay,
Inhabitants of these delightful Plains,
Say, by what Fountain, in what rosy Bow'r,
Reclines my Charmer in the Noon-tide Hour!
To you, dear Fugitive, where'er you stray,
Wild with Despair, impatient of Delay,
Swift
