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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO EMMA, EXTEMPORE. HYAENA, OFF GAMBIA, JUNE 4, 1779, by EDWARD THOMPSON (1739-1786) First Line: Though love's my daily and my nightly theme Last Line: And beauteous emma ev'ry night my dream! Subject(s): Love | |||
THOUGH love's my daily and my nightly theme, Yet of his softer joys I seldom dream; And though I press my pillow with a pray'r That ev'ry god makes Emma all his care, Yet still I ne'er recount her beauteous charms, Nor in idea clasp her in my arms. This is both adverse, cruel and unkind, When all my body, all my soul and mind, Are bound, devoted, to her vital sway, The empress of my heart, whom I obey. But what kind impulse touched on Cupid's breast Last night, I cannot tellbut when at rest, And rolling, tumbling, on this scorching wave, A mere sea-drudge, a very Guinea slave Methought I met you, tidy, gay and neat, White with pink ribbons, in St. James's-street: You smiled, you looked most fair, and smartly said, 'Come home to tea, and bless thy Emma, Ned.' Whether this pleasing assignation proved Too great a transport to the mind that loved I wakedwith horror cursed my cruel state, That you was fled, and Africa my fate. But be this coast my cursemake love my theme, And beauteous Emma ev'ry night my dream! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INVENTION OF LOVE by MATTHEA HARVEY TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS A LOVE FOR FOUR VOICES: HOMAGE TO FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN by ANTHONY HECHT AN OFFERING FOR PATRICIA by ANTHONY HECHT LATE AFTERNOON: THE ONSLAUGHT OF LOVE by ANTHONY HECHT A SWEETENING ALL AROUND ME AS IT FALLS by JANE HIRSHFIELD THE INDIAN MAID. DEMARARIE, OCT. 27, 1781 by EDWARD THOMPSON (1739-1786) |
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