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THE RECANTATION. AN ODE.

BY —.
1 BY Love too long depriv'd of rest,
2 (Fell tyrant of the human breast!)
3 His vassal long, and worn with pain,
4 Indignant late I spurn'd the chain;
5 In verse, in prose, I sung and swore
6 No charms should e'er enslave me more,
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7 Nor neck, nor hair, nor lip, nor eye,
8 Again should force one tender sigh.
9 As, taught by Heaven's informing power,
10 From every fruit and every flower,
11 That nature opens to the view,
12 The bee extracts the nectar-dew;
13 A vagrant thus, and free to change,
14 From fair to fair I vow'd to range,
15 And part from each without regret
16 As pleas'd and happy as I met.
17 Then Freedom's praise inspir'd my tongue,
18 With Freedom's praise the vallies rung,
19 And every night and every day
20 My heart thus pour'd th' enraptur'd lay;
21 "My cares are gone, my sorrows cease,
22 " My breast regains its wonted peace,
23 "And joy and hope returning prove,
24 " That Reason is too strong for Love. "
25 Such was my boast — but, ah! how vain!
26 How short was Reason's vaunted reign!
27 The firm resolve I form'd ere-while,
28 How weak, oppos'd to Clara's smile!
29 Chang'd is the strain — The vallies round
30 With Freedom's praise no more refound,
31 But every night and every day
32 My full heart pour'd the alter'd lay.
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33 Offended deity, whose power
34 My rebel tongue but now forswore,
35 Accept my penitence sincere,
36 My crime forgive, and grant my prayer!
37 Let not thy slave, condemn'd to mourn,
38 With unrequited passion burn;
39 With Love's soft thoughts her breast inspire,
40 And kindle there an equal fire!
41 It is not beauty's gaudy flower.
42 (The empty triumph of an hour)
43 Nor practis'd wiles of female art,
44 That now subdue my destin'd heart:
45 O no! — 'Tis Heaven, whose wondrous hand
46 A transcript of itself hath plann'd,
47 And to each outward grace hath join'd
48 Each lovelier feature of the mind.
49 These charms shall last, when others fly,
50 When roses fade, and lilies die;
51 When that dear eye's declining beam
52 Its living fire no more shall stream:
53 Blest then, and happy in my chain,
54 The fong of Freedom flows in vain;
55 Nor Reason's harsh reproof I fear,
56 For Reason's self is Passion here.
57 O dearer far than wealth or fame,
58 My daily thought, my nightly dream,
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59 If yet no youth's successful art
60 (Sweet Hope) hath touch'd thy gentle heart,
61 If yet no swain hath blest thy choice,
62 Indulgent hear thy Damon's voice;
63 From doubts, from fears his bosom free,
64 And bid him live — for Love and Thee!

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Title (in Source Edition): THE RECANTATION. AN ODE.
Author: Samuel Whyte
Themes: love; God; nature
Genres: ode
References: DMI 29210

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Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. IV. [The second edition]. London: printed for G. Pearch, 1770, pp. 266-269. 4v. ; 8⁰. (ESTC T116245; DMI 1137; OTA K093079.004) (Page images digitized from a copy in the Bodleian Library [(OC) 280 o.791].)

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