"Still shall its lawless Fires my Soul profane, / And is my boasted Virtue but a Name?"

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)


Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for, and sold by S. Paterson
Date
1747
Metaphor
"Still shall its lawless Fires my Soul profane, / And is my boasted Virtue but a Name?"
Metaphor in Context
Why did I not the pleasing Torment shun?
Why fondly listen to the pleasing Tongue?
Quick to my Heart the subtle Poison stole,
Charm'd all my Senses, and enslav'd my Soul;
And less the Beauty of thy matchless Form,
Then thy prevailing Eloquence could charm.
Oh come once more, Moneses, and renew
Those tender Vows, and I'll believe them true:
Let me once more behold those melting Eyes,
Where Love a thousand nameless Charms supplies:
The soft Enchantment shall my Fears controul,
And Love claim all his Empire in my Soul.
Ah! whether would my boundless Wishes rove?
Still, still am I enslav'd by guilty Love!
Still shall its lawless Fires my Soul profane,
And is my boasted Virtue but a Name?

(p. 77)
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>
Date of Entry
10/14/2013

The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.