A "little Loves" empire over swains' Hearts may be frail until Miranda crowns the Triumphs
— Somervile, William (1675-1742)
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for Bernard Lintot [etc.]
Date
1727
Metaphor
A "little Loves" empire over swains' Hearts may be frail until Miranda crowns the Triumphs
Metaphor in Context
But now--her fatal Loss we mourn,
Never, oh! never to return
To these deserted Plains;
Undone, abandon'd to Despair,
Alas! 'tis Winter all the Year
To us unhappy Swains.
Ye little Loves lament around,
With empty Quivers strew the Ground,
Your Bows unbent lay down;
Harmless your Wounds, pointless your Darts,
And frail your Empire o'er our Hearts,
'Till she your Triumphs crown.
Ye Nymphs, ye Fawns, complaining sigh;
Ye Graces, let your Tresses fly,
The Sport of ev'ry Wind:
Ye mimick Ecchoes tell the Woods,
Repeat it to the murm'ring Floods,
She's gone! she's gone! unkind!
Never, oh! never to return
To these deserted Plains;
Undone, abandon'd to Despair,
Alas! 'tis Winter all the Year
To us unhappy Swains.
Ye little Loves lament around,
With empty Quivers strew the Ground,
Your Bows unbent lay down;
Harmless your Wounds, pointless your Darts,
And frail your Empire o'er our Hearts,
'Till she your Triumphs crown.
Ye Nymphs, ye Fawns, complaining sigh;
Ye Graces, let your Tresses fly,
The Sport of ev'ry Wind:
Ye mimick Ecchoes tell the Woods,
Repeat it to the murm'ring Floods,
She's gone! she's gone! unkind!
Categories
Provenance
Searching "heart" and "empire" in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
William Somervile, Occasional Poems, Translations, Fables, Tales, &c. (London: Bernard Lintot, 1727). <Link to Google Books>
Date of Entry
08/22/2004
