Classic Poem

Address'd to the Sultana Eldest Daughter of S[ultan] Achmet 3d.

Stanza I

Now Philomel renews her tender strain,
Indulging all the night her pleasing Pain.
I sought the Groves to hear the Wanton sing,
There saw a face more beauteous than the Spring,
Your large stag's-eyes where 1000 glorys play,
As bright, as Lively, but as wild as they.

2

In vain I'm promis'd such a heavenly prize,
Ah Cruel Sultan who delays my Joys!
While pierceing charms transfix my Amorous Heart
I dare not snatch one kiss to ease the smart.
Those Eyes like etc.

3

Your wretched Lover in these lines complains,
From those dear Beautys rise his killing pains.
When will the Hour of wish'd-for Bliss arrive?
Must I wait longer? Can I wait and live?
Ah bright Sultana! Maid divinely fair!
Can you unpitying see the pain I bear?

Stanza 4th

The Heavens relenting hear my peircing Crys,
I loath the Light, and Sleep forsakes my Eyes.
Turn thee Sultana e're thy Lover dyes.
Sinking to Earth, I sigh the last Adeiu —
Call me my Goddesse and my Life renew.
My Queen! my Angel! my fond Heart's desire,
I rave — my bosom burns with Heavenly fire.
Pity that Passion which thy Charms inspire.