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His rage can in my smiles alone relent,
"Soft love, spontaneous tree, its parted root
By force beasts act, and are by force restrain’d; The human mind by gentle means is gain'd. Thy useless strength, mistaken King, employ : Sated with rage, and ignorant of joy, Thou shalt not gain what I deny to yield, Nor reap the harvest, though thou spoil'st the field. Know, Solomon, thy poor extent of sway; Contract thy brow, and Israel shall obey; But wilful Love thou must with smiles appease, ) Approach his awful throne by just degrees, And, if thou wouldst be happy, learn to please. S
Not that those arts can here successful prove, For I ain destin'd to another's love. Beyond the cruel bounds of thy command, To my dear equal, in my native land, My plighted vow I gave; I his receiv’d: Each swore with truth, with pleasure each believ'd: The mutual contract was to heaven convey'd; In equal scales the busy angels weigh'd Its solemn force, and clapp'd their wings and spread The lasting roll, recording what we said.
Now in my heart behold thy poniard stain'd:
Now strike, (she said, and open'd bare her
Asham’d, confus’d, I started from the bed, And to my soul, yet uncollected, said, 'Into thyself, fond Solomon, return; Reflect again, and thou again shalt mourn. (sought, When I through number'd years have pleasure And in vain hope the wanton phantom caught, To mock my sense and mortify my pride, 'Tis in another's power, and is denied. Am I a king, great Heaven! does life or death Hang on the wrath or mercy of my breath, While kneeling I my servant's smiles implore, And one mad damsel dares dispute my pow'r?
To ravish her? that thought was soon depressid,
Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart,
See Judah's king revere thy greater pow'r;
Too aptly the afflicted heathens prove
ends. Entirely thus I find the fiend pourtray'd, Since first, alas! I saw the beauteous maid; I felt him strike, and now I see him fly: Curs'd demon: 0! for ever broken lie Those fatal shafts by which I inward bleed! O! can my wishes yet o’ertake thy speed! Tird may'st thou pant, and hang thy flagging)
wing, Except thou turn'st thy course, resolv'd to bring The damsel back, and save the love-sick king.
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My soul thus struggling in the fatal net,
But O how short my interval of woe!
Her equals first observ'd her growing zeal,
The siin declin'd had shot his western ray,
With awful homage and submissive dread The maid approach’d, on my declining head To pour the oils: she trembled as she pour'd; With an unguarded look she now devour'd My nearer face: and now recall'd her eye, And heav’d, and strove to hide a sudden sigh. * And when (said I) canst thou have dread or pain? What can thy imagery of sorrow mean? Secluded from the world and all its care, Hast thou to grieve or joy, to hope or fear? For sure, I added, sure thy little heart Ne'er felt Love's anger, or receiv'd his dart.'
Abash'd she blush'd, and with disorder spoke ; Her rising shame adorn'd the words it broke.
'If the great master will descend to hear The humble series of his handmaid's care, 0! while she tells it, let him not put on The look that awes the nations from the throne : 0! let not death severe in glory lie In the King's frown, and terror of his eye. ,
"Mine to obey, thy part is to ordain;
0! witness earth beneath and heaven above, For can I hide it? I am sick of love; If madness may the name of passion bear, Or love be call’d what is indeed despair. “Thou sovereign Power, whose secret will con