love poetry

What certain fate, what mortal poison lurks
Beneath the promised sweets and joys of love,
Beneath soft blandishments what deadly snares
Are hid, my verse unfolds. O, heavenly Maid,
That from the blazing front of Father Jove
Sprang'st forth a goddess armed! Thou in whose birth
The languid colliquation of soft love
Had never part; for whom no mother felt
The pangs abhorred of childbirth! Thou, who sitt'st
Fast by thy father's side, when in the domes
And halls of heaven the congregated Gods
Hold their immortal synod! O descend,

For his much loueing, more beloued most learned frend, M r . P. Kynder. Horaces Ode to Phillis Lib 4 Od. 11.

P HILLIS here is for thee in store
A barrell nine yeres ould and more
Full of Albanian wine
My garden parsley shal p re pare
And Iuie chapletts for thy haire
To make it dubly shine.

2.

See the fresh laughter new create
Reflected from refulgent plate
While crownd w th verbaine chast
The sacred alter thirsting cries

WHO ASKED HIM IF HE STILL LOVED HIS MISTRESS, WHO WAS TURNED DEBAUCHED .

S URE nought 's so false, so faithless I can name,
As popular applause, and common fame;
It calls the courteous knave, the plain man rude,
Haughty the grave, and the familiar lewd.
Poor helpless woman is not favour'd more,
A hypocrite she is, or else a whore.
Such is the fate of my adored she,
Fall'n under the reproach of infamy:
Yet still I'll love her, at her feet I'll bow,
Though all that's spoke infallibly be true;

WHO DIED DECEMBER THE 26TH, AGED 42 .

What ! though such various worth is seldom known,
No adulation rears this sacred stone,
No partial love this genuine picture draws,
No venal pencil prostitutes applause:
Justice and truth in artless colours paint
The Man, the Friend, the Preacher, and the Saint.

In answer to a Letter which was full of Love, Comfort and Humility

FIRST PART

1.

In Jesus loving frind! What love does thou inherit!
How glows, & burns thy Heart in true drift of the Spirit!
In truth a Seraphim has thus thy Soul inflamed,
And has with his bright Glance, & Beams upon thee gleamed.

2.

Thy tongue does really drop with Honey, sweet affected
And ev'ry syllable is with a kiss directed:

FIRST PART

1.

A True Friend came to see Johann in his Recesses;
In quiet Solitude, in lonesom wildernesses;
For He was deadly Sick, & lonesom Day by day;
For joy to see his frind he fainted quite away.

2.

The frind embraced him, with trying to relieve him,
Tho 'twas a pretty while before John could perceive him,
Johannes, says the frind, I know what troubles thee,

This Present from a lovely Dame,
Fair and unsully'd, as her Fame,
Shall to Hibernia be convey'd,
Where once, rever'd, her Father sway'd;
And taught the drooping Arts to smile,
And with his Virtues bless'd our Isle.

Voice that blesses, eyes that light,
Vision on the vestal height,
Bright One,
White One,
Lead aright!

Chaste as lily, mild as dove,
Brave as eagle, fair as love,
Fold us,
Hold us,
Lead above!

Mystic mountains all untrod
We shall pass, with patience shod;
Featly,
Sweetly,

Ye walls, for gallantry and knighthood fam'd,
Which oft with sounds of social pleasure rung;
Ye groves and lawns, where Waller's tuneful tongue
To gales and murm'ring streams his love proclaim'd,
And each wild echo Sacharissa nam'd;
Your white cascades, with foamy tumult flung
Down the steep slope, and glades so sweetly sung;
No poet now explores with feet unblam'd.
Yet suffer me to breathe your vernal gales,
A poet, no! but of that gentle train,
Who love to mark in woods and pathless vales

The longest night of the year, they say;
By four of the clock, the dark comes down,
And the hills loom dim and far away,
While the lights wink out in the big, vague town.

And yet, O Love, of the nights I know,
This night was briefest, — so brief, so blest.
For you came and gave me your heart, and so
Time was nothing and darkness best!