John Gay

(30 June 1685 – 4 December 1732 / Barnstaple, England)

Acis And Galatea - Poem by John Gay

Air.
Love in her eyes sits playing,
And sheds delicious death;
Love on her lips is straying,
And warbling in her breath;
Love on her breast sits panting,
And swells with soft desire;
Nor grace nor charm is wanting
To set the heart on fire.

Air.
O ruddier than the cherry!
O sweeter than the berry!
O Nymph more bright
Than moonshine night,
Like kidlings blithe and merry!

Ripe as the melting cluster!
No lily has such lustre;
Yet hard to tame
As raging flame,
And fierce as storms that bluster.


Comments about Acis And Galatea by John Gay

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (11/10/2015 2:34:00 PM)

    Beautiful lines: Ripe as the melting cluster!
    No lily has such lustre;
    Yet hard to tame
    As raging flame,
    And fierce as storms that bluster. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010



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