Elizabeth Singer Rowe Poems

Amaryllis.
While from the skies the ruddy sun descends,
And rising night the evening shade extends;
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Yet, gentle shade! whether thou now does rove,
Thro' some blest vale, or ever verdant grove,
One moment listen to my grief and take
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Young Shechem all the night impatient lay;
And sought with eager eyes the breaking day;
With ardent longings waits the promis'd hour,
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Celestial Muse that on the blissful plain
Art oft invok'd, to guide th' immortal strain;
Inspir'd by thee, the first-born sons of light
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Mean time the Pagan deities, displeas'd
To find the public storms so soon appeas'd,
Studious attempt by new malicious ways,
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Mean while thro' savage woods, and deserts vast,
The captive with his Midian masters past.
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The jocund years with smiling plenty crown'd,
In shining circles now advanc'd their round:
Unbounded crops reward the reaper's toil,
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Still with impatient love Sabrina pines,
And now to speak the fatal truth designs;
Sooth'd by her own indulgent hopes, which trace
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But now Sabrina's guilty fire returns,
Her bosom with the raging passion burns:
She with a female tenderness relents,
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Their father's blessing on their knees they take,
And now to Memphis quick advances make,
Where safe arriv'd, but fearful of their doom,
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