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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RAPTURE, by HENRY BAKER First Line: You gods! To fold the charmer in my arms Last Line: On heav'n's eternal happiness, or you! Subject(s): Desire | |||
YOU gods! to fold the charmer in my arms, And press her panting bosom close to mine! Whilst with tumultuous ardour turning round, With equal warmth my rapture she returns, Owns all the bliss, and gives me sigh for sigh! To drink large draughts of pleasure from her lips, And in her eyes behold immortal day, Is ecstasy so great! delight so vast! That was it lasting, could but nature bear The rage of such unsufferable joy, Thus blest, I scarce one thought should cast away On heav'n's eternal happiness, or you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICAN WEDDING by ESSEX HEMPHILL HISTORY OF DESIRE by TONY HOAGLAND ARISTOTLE TO PHYLLIS by JOHN HOLLANDER A SERIOUS REFLECTION ON HUMAN LIFE, SELECTION by HENRY BAKER |
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