Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . SONG. Love still has something of the seaFrom whence his mother rose ; No time his slaves from doubt can free,Nor give their thoughts repose. They are becalmed in clearest days,And in rough weather tossed; They wither under cold delays,Or are in tempests lost. One while they seem to touch the port, Then straight into the mainSome angr> wind, in cruel sport, The vessel drives again. At first disdain and pride they if they chance to scape, Rivals
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . SONG. Love still has something of the seaFrom whence his mother rose ; No time his slaves from doubt can free,Nor give their thoughts repose. They are becalmed in clearest days,And in rough weather tossed; They wither under cold delays,Or are in tempests lost. One while they seem to touch the port, Then straight into the mainSome angr> wind, in cruel sport, The vessel drives again. At first disdain and pride they if they chance to scape, Rivals and falsehood soon appearIn a more dreadful shape. Tis cruel to prolong a pain ; And to defer a me, gentle Celemenc, Offends the winged boy. An hundred thousand oaths your fears Perhaps would not remove ;And if I gazed a thousand years, I could no deeper love. 37. ^W^^^W^^
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