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AMYNTAS.
And offer them with love's humility,
Thou haughtily rejectest them; perhaps
Because thy cheeks excel their glowing hue.
When thy assiduous lover offers thee
Pomona's boon, the mellow, fragrant apple,
The mellow, fragrant apple thou refusest;
Perhaps because thy bosom swells with fruit
More tempting, and more exquisitely poignant.
Alas! from me no tribute wilt thou take;
When to propitiate thee I climb the rock,
And of it's golden treasure rob the bee,
The golden treasure thou wilt not accept,
Disdainful nymph! perhaps because thy lip
Is moistened with a more ambrosial dew.
But if I'm poor, and can not give thee aught,
But what thou hast thyself in more perfection,
I offer thee my person:—Scornful maid.
By what pretext refuseft thou this tender?
I am not so unseemly, if aright
I viewed myself of late in Neptune's mirror,
When Æther was serene, and not a breeze
Thou haughtily rejectest them; perhaps
Because thy cheeks excel their glowing hue.
When thy assiduous lover offers thee
Pomona's boon, the mellow, fragrant apple,
The mellow, fragrant apple thou refusest;
Perhaps because thy bosom swells with fruit
More tempting, and more exquisitely poignant.
Alas! from me no tribute wilt thou take;
When to propitiate thee I climb the rock,
And of it's golden treasure rob the bee,
The golden treasure thou wilt not accept,
Disdainful nymph! perhaps because thy lip
Is moistened with a more ambrosial dew.
But if I'm poor, and can not give thee aught,
But what thou hast thyself in more perfection,
I offer thee my person:—Scornful maid.
By what pretext refuseft thou this tender?
I am not so unseemly, if aright
I viewed myself of late in Neptune's mirror,
When Æther was serene, and not a breeze
Curled
