When thirfty grief in wine we steep, When linnet like confined, I Th' enlarged winds that curl the flood Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage, That for a hermitage. If I have freedom in my love, And in my foul am free, Angels alone that foar above Enjoy fuch liberty. E. SHERBURNE, Author of "Poems and Tranflations, amorous, lufory, moral, and divine," a volume in duodecimo, 1651. THE SURPRISE, A SONG. THERE'S no dallying with love, Who would to himself be kind ; Lately with the boy I fported, When I faw my fair one firít, But true flames my poor heart pierc'd When her eyes on mine she turn'd : For my counterfeited look. None who loves not then make shew: Love's as ill deceiv'd as fate; Fly the boy, he'll cog and woo, Mock him, and he wounds thee ftraight. Ah! who daily boast in vain Falfe love, want not real pain. LOVE ONCE, LOVE EVER. SHALL I, hopeless, then pursue A proud heart that does despise me? But, alas! a fruitless, shew. Whilst these thoughts my foul poffefs, Bidding me my flames suppress, But what reason would pursue, That my heart runs counter to. So a pilot, bent to make Search for fome unfound-out land, EXTRACT FROM THE SUN-RISE; a poem. THOU youthful goddess of the morn, may fee. Too much of time the night devours, And make apparent to all eyes With what enamel thou dost paint the skies. Ah, now I fee the sweetest dawn! Thrice welcome to my longing fight! Hail, divine beauty, heavenly light; I fee thee through yon cloud of lawn Appear, and as thy ftar does glide, Blanching with rays the east on every fide. Dull filence, and the drowsy king But all thofe little birds, whofe notes Praifing, to which thou art but harbinger. With holy reverence inspir'd, When firft the day renews its light, The earth, at fo divine a fight, The humble fhepherd, to his rays Of that great lamp, fo mild, so fair, fo bright. The bee, through flow'ry gardens goes Buzzing, to drink the morning's tears, A kifs commended to the rose, Whispers fome amorous story in her ear. * *The remainder of this poem would now be thought forced and unnatural. |