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Alexander Pope - Song, by a Person of Quality
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I. 
Flutt`ring spread thy purple Pinions,
Gentle Cupid, o`er my Heart;
I a Slave in thy Dominions;
Nature must give Way to Art.

II.
Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,
Nightly nodding o`er your Flocks,
See my weary Days consuming,
All beneath yon flow`ry Rocks.

III.
Thus the Cyprian Goddess weeping,
Mourn`d Adonis, darling Youth:
Him the Boar in Silence creeping,
Gor`d with unrelenting Tooth.

IV. 
Cynthia, tune harmonious Numbers;
Fair Discretion, string the Lyre;
Sooth my ever-waking Slumbers:
Bright Apollo, lend thy Choir.

V.
Gloomy Pluto, King of Terrors,
Arm`d in adamantine Chains,
Lead me to the Crystal Mirrors,
Wat`ring soft Elysian Plains.

VI.
Mournful Cypress, verdant Willow,
Gilding my Aurelia`s Brows,
Morpheus hov`ring o`er my Pillow,
Hear me pay my dying Vows.

VII.
Melancholy smooth Maeander,
Swiftly purling in a Round,
On thy Margin Lovers wander,
With thy flow`ry Chaplets crown`d.

VIII.
Thus when Philomela drooping,
Softly seeks her silent Mate,
See the Bird of Juno stooping;
Melody resigns to Fate.
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