Young Philomela's Powrfull Dart
Young Philomela's powrfull dart
Two gentle shepheard's hitt
With Beauty touchd Amintors heart
Celadons with witt
The Rivall swains on either side
Their am'rous pangs expressd
Till young Amintor she denyd
Celadon she blessd
The youth who mett a mutuall fire
In pleasure lost his pain
The others hopeless flames expire
Beneath a cold disdain
Ye Priests of love ye Poets tell
What Cupids forces are
If when the suit goes ill or well
No more we serve a fair.
poem by Thomas Parnell
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