TO MISS AURELIA C–––R,
ON HER WEEPING AT HER SISTER’S WEDDING.
| Cease, fair Aurelia, cease to mourn, Lament not Hannah’s happy state; You may be happy in your turn, And seize the treasure you regret. With Love united Hymen stands, 5 And softly whispers to your charms, “Meet but your lover in my bands, You’ll find your sister in his arms.” |
SONNET.
| When Phœbe form’d a wanton smile, My soul! it reach’d not here: Strange, that thy peace, thou trembler, flies Before a rising tear! From ’midst the drops, my love is born, 5 That o’er those eyelids rove: Thus issued from a teeming wave The fabled queen of love. |