"Me she instructed in each secret Art, / How to enslave, and keep the vanquish'd Heart."
— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for, and sold by S. Paterson
Date
1747
Metaphor
"Me she instructed in each secret Art, / How to enslave, and keep the vanquish'd Heart."
Metaphor in Context
YE lovely Maids, whose yet unpractis'd Hearts
Ne'er felt the Force of Love's resistless Darts;
Who justly set a Value on your Charms,
Power all your Wish, but Beauty all your Arms:
Who o'er Mankind wou'd fain exert your Sway,
And teach the lordly Tyrant to obey.
Attend my Rules to you alone addrest,
Deep let them sink in every female Breast.
The Queen of Love herself my Bosom fires,
Assists my Numbers, and my Thoughts inspires.
Me she instructed in each secret Art,
How to enslave, and keep the vanquish'd Heart;
When the stol'n Sigh to heave, or drop the Tear,
The melting Languish, the obliging Fear;
Half-stifled Wishes, broken, kind Replies,
And all the various Motions of the Eyes.
To teach the Fair by different Ways to move
The soften'd Soul, and bend the Heart to Love.
Proud of her Charms, and conscious of her Face,
The haughty Beauty calls forth every Grace;
With fierce Defiance throws the killing Dart,
By Force she wins, by Force she keeps the Heart.
The witty Fair on nobler Game pursues,
Aims at the Head, but the rapt Soul subdues.
The languid Nymph enslaves with softer Art,
With sweet Neglect she steals into the Heart;
Slowly she moves her swimming Eyes around,
Conceals her Shaft, but meditates the Wound:
Her gentle Languishments the Gazers move,
Her Voice is Musick, and her Looks are Love.
Tho' not to all Heaven does these Gifts impart,
What's theirs by Nature may be yours by Art.
(pp. 61-2)
Ne'er felt the Force of Love's resistless Darts;
Who justly set a Value on your Charms,
Power all your Wish, but Beauty all your Arms:
Who o'er Mankind wou'd fain exert your Sway,
And teach the lordly Tyrant to obey.
Attend my Rules to you alone addrest,
Deep let them sink in every female Breast.
The Queen of Love herself my Bosom fires,
Assists my Numbers, and my Thoughts inspires.
Me she instructed in each secret Art,
How to enslave, and keep the vanquish'd Heart;
When the stol'n Sigh to heave, or drop the Tear,
The melting Languish, the obliging Fear;
Half-stifled Wishes, broken, kind Replies,
And all the various Motions of the Eyes.
To teach the Fair by different Ways to move
The soften'd Soul, and bend the Heart to Love.
Proud of her Charms, and conscious of her Face,
The haughty Beauty calls forth every Grace;
With fierce Defiance throws the killing Dart,
By Force she wins, by Force she keeps the Heart.
The witty Fair on nobler Game pursues,
Aims at the Head, but the rapt Soul subdues.
The languid Nymph enslaves with softer Art,
With sweet Neglect she steals into the Heart;
Slowly she moves her swimming Eyes around,
Conceals her Shaft, but meditates the Wound:
Her gentle Languishments the Gazers move,
Her Voice is Musick, and her Looks are Love.
Tho' not to all Heaven does these Gifts impart,
What's theirs by Nature may be yours by Art.
(pp. 61-2)
Categories
Provenance
ECCO-TCP
Citation
Only 1 entry in ESTC (1747).
Poems on Several Occasions. Written by a Young Lady. (London: Printed for, and sold by S. Paterson, 1747). <Link to ECCO-TCP>
Poems on Several Occasions. Written by a Young Lady. (London: Printed for, and sold by S. Paterson, 1747). <Link to ECCO-TCP>
Date of Entry
10/14/2013
