Miscellaneous Poems. 59

III.

O ! would your pity give my Heart,

One Corner of your Breast ;

’Twould learn of yours the winning Art,

And quickly steal the rest.

Tbe ENJOYMENT.

By tbe Same.

I,

C Laspt in the Arms of her I love,

In vain, alas ! for Life I strove ;My flutt’ring Spirits, wrapt in Fire,

By Love’s mysterious Art,

Borne on the Wings of fierce Desire,Flew from my flaming Heart.

II.

Thus lying in a Trance for dead,

Her swelling Breasts bore up my Head ;When waking from a pleasing Dream,

I saw her killing Eyes,

Which did in siery Glances seemTo say, Now Cælia dies.

III.

Fainting, she press’d me in her Arms, .And trembling lay, dissolv'd in Charms jWhen, with a Ihiv’ring Voice, Hie cry’d,Must I alone, then die?

No, no, I languishing reply'd,

I’ll bear thee Company.

IV.