MARK AKENSIDE
Behold that bright unsullied smile, And wisdom speaking in her mien:
Yet she so artless all the while, So little studious to be seen
We naught but instant gladness know,
Nor think to whom the gift we owe.
But neither music, nor the powers Of youth and mirth and frolic cheer,
Add half the sunshine to the hours, Or make life's prospect half so clear,
As memory brings it to the eye
From scenes where Amorct was by.
This, sure, is Beauty's happiest part;
This gives the most unbounded "way; This shall enchant the subject heart
When rose and lily fade away; And she be still, in spite of Time, Sweet Amoret in all her prime.
��474 The Complaint
/AY' away'
Tempt me no more, insidious Love: Thy soothing sway Long did my youthful bosom prove: At length thy treason is discerned, At length some dear-bought caution earn'd: Away' nor hope my riper age to move.
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