Celinda, by what potent art
Or unresisted charm,
Dost thou thine ear and frozen heart
Against my passion arm?
Or by what hidden influence5
Of powers in one combin’d,
Dost thou rob Love of either sense,
Made deaf as well as blind?
Sure thou as friends[38:1] united hast
Two distant deities,10
And scorn within thy heart hast plac’d,
And love within thine eyes;
Or those soft fetters of thy hair,
(A bondage that disdains
All liberty,) do guard thine ear15
Free from all other chains.
Then my complaint how canst thou hear,
Or I this passion fly,
Since thou imprison’d hast thine ear,
And not confin’d thine eye?20
The Tomb.
When, cruel fair one, I am slain
By thy disdain,
And as a trophy of thy scorn
To some old tomb am borne,
Thy fetters must their power bequeath5
To those of Death;
Nor can thy flame immortal burn
Like monumental fires within an urn.
Thus freed from thy proud empire, I shall prove
There is more liberty in Death than Love.10
And when forsaken lovers come
To see my tomb,
Take heed thou mix not with the crowd,
And, as a victor, proud
To view the spoils thy beauty made,15
Press near my shade!
Lest thy too cruel breath, or name,
Should fan my ashes back into a flame.
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And thou, devour’d by this revengeful fire, His sacrifice, who died as thine, expire.20 | } |
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