Selected quad for the lemma: blood_n
Text snippets containing the quad
|
ID |
Title |
Author |
Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication) |
STC |
Words |
Pages |
|
A27315
|
Poems upon several occasions with, A voyage to the island of love / by Mrs. A. Behn.
|
Behn, Aphra, 1640-1689.
|
1684
(1684)
|
Wing B1757; ESTC R15250
|
83,722
|
308
|
Smiles and Air more Gracious now appear And her Victorious Eyes more sweetness wear The wonderous Majesty that drest her Brow Becomes less Awful but more Charming now Her Pride abating does my Courage warm And promises success from every Charm She now permits my Eyes with timorous Fears To tell her of the Wounds she 'as made by hers Against her Will my Sighs she does approve And seems well pleas'd to think they come from Love Nothing oppos'd it self to my delight But absence from Aminta every Night But LOVE who recompences when he please And has for every Cruelty an ease Who like to bounteous Heaven assigns a share Of future Bliss to those that suffer here Led me to HOPE A City fair and large Built with much Beauty and Adorn'd with Charge HOPE 'T IS wonderous Populous from the excess Of Persons from all parts that thither press One side of this magnifick City stands On a foundation of unfaithful Sands Which oftentimes the glorious Load destroys Which long designing was with Pomp and Noise The other Parts well founded neat and strong Less Beautiful less Business and less Throng 'T is built upon a Rivers Bank who 's clear And Murmuring Glide delights the Eye and Ear. The River of PRETENSION THis River 's call'd Pretension and its source T' a bordering Mountain owes from whence with force It spreads into the Arms of that calm space Where the proud City dayly sees her face 'T is treacherously smooth and falsly fair Inviting but undoing to come near 'Gainst which the Houses there find no defence But suffer undermining Violence Who while they stand no Palaces do seem In all their Glorious Pomp to equal them This River's Famous for the fatal Wrecks Of Persons most Illustrious of both Sex Who to her Bosom with soft Whispers drew Then basely smil d to see their Ruin too 'T is there so many Monarch perisht have And seeking Fame alone have sound a Grave 'T was thither I was tempted too and LOVE Maliciously wou'd needs my Conduct prove Which Passion now to such a pass had brought It gave admittance to the weakest thought And with a full carreer to this false Bay I ran But met Precaution in my way With whom Respect was who thus gravely said Pretension is a River you must Dread Fond Youth decline thy fatal Resolution Here unavoidably thou meets Confusion Thou flyst with too much hast to certain Fate Follow my Counsel and be Fortunate Asham'd all Blushing I decline my Eyes Yet Bow'd and Thank'd Respect for his advice From the bewitching River straight I hy'd And hurried to the Cities farthest side Where lives the Mighty Princess Hope to whom The whole Isle as their ORACLE do come Tho'little Truth remains in what she says Yet all adore her Voice and her Wise Conduct praise The Princess HOPE I. SHe blows the Youthful Lovers flame And promises a sure repose Whilst with a Treason void of shame His fancy'd Happiness o're-throws Her Language is all soft and fair But her hid Sense is naught but Air And can no solid reason bear As often as she speaks Her faithless Word she breaks Great in Pretension in Performance small And when she Swears 't is Perjury all Her Promises like those of Princes are Made in Necessity and War Cancell'd without remorse at ease In the voluptuous time of Peace II. These are her qualities but yet She has a Person full of Charms Her Smiles are able to beget Forgiveness for her other harms She 's most divinely shap'd her Eyes are sweet And every Glance to please she does employ With such address she does all persons treat As none are weary of her flattery She still consoles the most afflicted Hearts And makes the Proud vain of his fancy'd Arts. Amongst the rest of those who dayly came T' admire this Princess and oblige their flame Conducted thither by a false report That Happiness resided in her Court Two young successless Lovers did resort One so above his Aim had made pretence That even to Hope for him was Impudence Yet he 'gainst Reasons Arguments makes War And vainly Swore his Love did merit her Boldly Attempted daringly Addrest And with unblushing Confidence his flame confest The other was a Bashful Youth who made His Passion his Devotion not his Trade No fond opiniater who a price Sets on his Titles Equipage or Eyes But one that had a thousand Charms in store Yet did not understand his Conquering Pow'r This Princess with a kind Address receives These Strangers and to both new Courage gives She animates the haughty to go on Say A Town long besieg'd must needs be won Time and Respect remove all obstacles And obstinate Love arrives at Miracles Were she the Heir to an illustrious Crown Those Charms that haughty meen that fam'd renown That wond'rous skill you do in Verse profess That great disdain of common Mistresses Can when you please with aid of Billet Deux The Royal Virgin to your Arms subdue One skill d in all the Arts to please the fair Shou'd be above the Sense of dull despair Go on young noble Warrier then go on Though all the fair are by that Love undone Then turning to the other Sir said she Were the bright Beauty you Adore like me Your silent awful Passion more wou'd move Than all the bold and forward Arts of Love A Heart the softest composition forms And sooner yielde by treaty then by storms A Look a Sigh a Tear is understood And makes more warm dis-orders in the Blood Has more ingaging tender Eloquence Then all the industry of Artful Sense So falling drops with their soft force alone Insinuate kind impressions in obdurate stone But that which most my pity did imploy Was a young Hero full of Smiles and Joy A noble Youth to whom indulgent Heaven Had more of Glory then of Virtue given Conducted thither by a Politick throng The Rabble Shouting as he past along Whilst he vain with the beastly Din they make Which were the same if Bears were going to stake Addresses to this faithless Flatterer Who in return calls him young God of War The Cities Champion and his Countries Hope The Peoples Darling and Religious Prop. Scepters and Crowns does to his view expose And all the Fancied pow'r of Empire shows In vain the Vision he wou'd dis-believe In spight of Sense she does his Soul deceive He Credits all nor ask's which way or how The dazling Circle shall surround his Brow Implicitly attends the slattering Song Gives her his easy Faith and is undone For with one turn of State the Frenzy 's heal'd The Blind recover and the Cheats reveal'd Whilst all his Charms of Youth and Beauty lies The kind reproach of pitying Enemies To me she said and smiling as she spoke Lisander you with Love have Reason took Continue so and from Aminta's Heart Expect what Love and Beauty can impart I knew she flatter'd yet I cou'd not choose But please my Self and credit the Abuse Her charming
to Troy which OEnone understanding writes him this Epistle TO thee dear Paris Lord of my Desires Once tender Partner of my softest Fires To thee I write mine while a Shepherd's Swain But now a Prince that Title you disdain Oh fatal Pomp that cou'd so soon divide What Love and all our sacred Vows had ty'd What God our Love industrious to prevent Curst thee with power and ruin'd my Content Greatness which does at best but ill agree With Love such Distance sets 'twixt Thee and Me. Whilst thou a Prince and I a Shepherdess My raging Passion can have no redress Wou'd God when first I saw thee thou hadst been This Great this Cruel Celebrated thing That without hope I might have gaz'd and bow'd And mixt my Adorations with the Crowd Unwounded then I had escap'd those Eyes Those lovely Authors of my Miseries Not that less Charms their fatal pow'r had drest But Fear and Awe my Love had then supprest My unambitious Heart no Flame had known But what Devotion pays to Gods alone I might have wondr'd and have wisht that He Whom Heaven shou'd make me love might look like Thee More in a silly Nymph had been a sin This had the height of my Presumption been But thou a Flock didst feed on Ida's Plain And hadst no Title but The lovely Swain A Title which more Virgin Hearts has won Than that of being own'd King Priam's Son Whilst me a harmless Neighbouring Cotager You saw and did above the rest prefer You saw and at first sight you lov'd me too Nor cou'd I hide the wounds receiv'd from you Me all the Village Herdsmen strove to gain For me the Shepherds sigh'd and su'd in vain Thou hadst my heart and they my cold disdain Not all their Offerings Garlands and first born Of their lov'd Ewes cou'd bribe my Native scorn My Love like hidden Treasure long conceal'd Cou'd onely where 't was destin'd be reveal'd And yet how long my Maiden blushes strove Not to betray my easie new-born Love But at thy sight the kindling Fire wou'd rise And I unskill'd declare it at my Eyes But oh the Joy the mighty Ecstasie Possest thy Soul at this Discovery Speechless and panting at my feet you lay And short breath'd Sighs told what you cou'd not say A thousand times my hand with Kisses prest And look'd such Darts as none cou'd e'er resist Silent we gaz'd and as my Eyes met thine New Joy fill'd theirs new Love and shame fill'd mine You saw the Fears my kind disorder show'd And breaking Silence Faith anew you vow'd Heavens how you swore by every Pow'r Divine You wou'd be ever true be ever mine Each God a sacred witness you invoke And wish'd their Curse when e'er these Vows you broke Quick to my Heart each perjur'd Accent ran Which I took in believ'd and was undone Vows are Love's poyson'd Arrows and the heart So wounded rarely finds a Cure from Art At least this heart which Fate has destin'd yours This heart unpractis'd in Love's mystick pow'rs For I am soft and young as April Flowers Now uncontroll'd we meet uncheck'd improve Each happier Minute in new Joys of Love Soft were our hours and lavishly the Day We gave intirely up to Love and Play Oft to the cooling Groves our Flocks we led And seated on some shaded flowery Bed Watch'd the united Wantons as they fed And all the Day my list'ning Soul I hung Upon the charming Musick of thy Tongue And never thought the blessed hours too long No Swain no God like thee cou'd ever move Or had so soft an Art in whisp'ring Love No wonder for thou art Ally'd to Iove And when you pip'd or sung or danc'd or spoke The God appear'd in every Grace and Look Pride of the Swains and Glory of the Shades The Grief and Joy of all the Love-sick Maids Thus whilst all hearts you rul'd without Controul I reign'd the absolute Monarch of your Soul Each Beach my Name yet bears carv'd out by thee Paris and his OEnone fill each Tree And as they grow the Letters larger spread Grow still a witness of my Wrongs when dead Close by a silent silver Brook there grows A Poplar under whose dear gloomy Boughs A thousand times we have exchang'd our Vows Oh may'st thou grow t' an endless date of Years Who on thy Bark this fatal Record bears When Paris to OEnone proves untrue Back Xanthus Streams shall to their Fountains slow Turn turn your Tides back to your Fountains run The perjur'd Swain from all his Faith is gone Curst be that day may Fate appoint the hour As Ominous in his black Kalendar When Venus Pallas and the Wife of Iove Descended to thee in the Mirtle Grove In shining Chariots drawn by winged Clouds Naked they came no Veil their Beauty shrouds But every Charm and Grace expos'd to view Left Heav'n to be survey'd and judg'd by you To bribe thy voice Iuno wou'd Crowns bestow Pallas more gratefully wou'd dress thy Brow With Wreaths of Wit Venus propos'd the choice Of all the fairest Greeks and had thy Voice Crowns and more glorious Wreaths thou didst despise And promis'd Beauty more than Empire prize This when you told Gods what a killing fear Did over all my shivering Limbs appear And I presag'd some ominous Change was near The Blushes left my Cheeks from every part The Bloud ran swift to guard my fainting heart You in my Eyes the glimmering Light perceiv'd Of parting Life and on my pale Lips breath'd Such Vows as all my Terrors undeceiv'd But soon the envying Gods disturb'd our Joy Declar'd thee Great and all my Bliss destroy And now the Fleet is Anchor'd in the Bay That must to Troy the glorious Youth convey Heavens how you look'd and what a Godlike Grace At their first Homage beautify'd your Face Yet this no Wonder or Amazement brought You still a Monarch were in Soul and thought Nor cou'd I tell which most the News augments Your Joys of Pow'r or parting Discontents You kist the Tears which down my Cheeks did glide And mingled yours with the soft falling Tide And 'twixt your Sighs a thousand times you said Cease my OEnone Cease my charming Maid If Paris lives his Native Troy to see My lovely Nymph thou shalt a Princess be But my Prophetick Fears no Faith allow'd My breaking Heart resisted all you vow'd Ah must me part I cry'd that killing word No farther Language cou'd to Grief afford Trembling I fell upon thy panting Breast Which was with equal Love and Grief opprest Whilst sighs and looks all dying spoke the rest About thy Neck my feeble Arms I cast Not Vines nor Ivy circle Elms so fast To stay what dear Excuses didst thou frame And fansiedst Tempests when the Seas were calm How oft the Winds contrary feign'd to be When they alas were onely so to me How oft new Vows of lasting Faith you swore And 'twixt your Kisses all the old run o'er But now the wisely Grave who Love despise Themselves past