Pastorals Epistles Odes (1748)/The Stray Nymph

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
Pastorals, epistles, odes, and other original poems, with translations from Pindar, Anacreon, and Sappho
by Ambrose Philips
The Stray Nymph
4004502Pastorals, epistles, odes, and other original poems, with translations from Pindar, Anacreon, and Sappho — The Stray NymphAmbrose Philips

The STRAY NYMPH.

CEASE your musick, gentle swains:
Saw ye Delia cross the plains?
Every thicket, every grove,
Have I ranged, to find my love: 4
A kid, a lamb, my flock, I give,
Tell me only doth she live.

White her skin as mountain snow;
In her cheek the roses blow: 8
And her eye is brighter far
Than the beamy morning star.
When her ruddy lip ye view,
'Tis a berry moist with dew: 12
And her breath, Oh 'tis a gale
Passing o'er a fragrant vale,
Passing, when a friendly shower
Freshens every herb and flower. 16
Wide her bosom opens, gay
As the primrose-dell in May,
Sweet as violet-borders growing
Over fountains ever-flowing. 20
Like the tendrels of the vine,
Do her auburn tresses twine,
Glossy ringlets all behind
Streaming buxom to the wind, 24
When along the lawn she bounds,
Light, as hind before the hounds:
And the youthful ring she fires,
Hopeless in their fond desires, 28
As her flitting feet advance,
Wanton in the winding dance.

Tell me, shepherds, have ye seen
My delight, my love, my queen! 32