Category: Poetry
WHAT dire offence from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things, I sing—This verse to Caryl, Muse! is due: This, even Belinda may vouchsafe to view: Slight is the subject, but not so the praise, If she inspire, and he approve my lays.
SHE said: the pitying audience melt in tears. But Fate and Jove had stopped the Baron’s ears. In vain Thalestris with reproach assails, For who can move when fair Belinda fails?...
3. Chapter 3CLOSE by those meads, for ever crowned with flowers, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising towers, There stands a structure of majestic frame, Which from the neighbouring H...
4. Chapter 4BUT anxious cares the pensive nymph oppressed, And secret passions laboured in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seized alive, Not scornful virgins who their charms survi...
1. Chapter 1WHAT dire offence from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things, I sing—This verse to Caryl, Muse! is due: This, even Belinda may vouchsafe to view:...
2. Chapter 2NOT with more glories, in the ethereal plain, The sun first rises o’er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the rival of his beams Launched on the bosom of the silver Thames....