CATHARINE COCKBURN1679-1749
1679-1749
Ah, gaze not on those eyes! forbearThat soft enchanting voice to hear:Not looks of basilisks give surer death,Nor syrens sing with more destructive breath.Fly, if thy freedom thou’dst maintain;Alas! I feel, th’ advice is vain!A heart, whose safety but in flight does lie,Is too far lost to have the power to fly.
Ah, gaze not on those eyes! forbearThat soft enchanting voice to hear:Not looks of basilisks give surer death,Nor syrens sing with more destructive breath.Fly, if thy freedom thou’dst maintain;Alas! I feel, th’ advice is vain!A heart, whose safety but in flight does lie,Is too far lost to have the power to fly.
Ah, gaze not on those eyes! forbearThat soft enchanting voice to hear:Not looks of basilisks give surer death,Nor syrens sing with more destructive breath.
Ah, gaze not on those eyes! forbear
That soft enchanting voice to hear:
Not looks of basilisks give surer death,
Nor syrens sing with more destructive breath.
Fly, if thy freedom thou’dst maintain;Alas! I feel, th’ advice is vain!A heart, whose safety but in flight does lie,Is too far lost to have the power to fly.
Fly, if thy freedom thou’dst maintain;
Alas! I feel, th’ advice is vain!
A heart, whose safety but in flight does lie,
Is too far lost to have the power to fly.