“OH! Passion, seducer of heart and of soul!
Thou transport tyrannic! half pleasure, half pain!
Why consum’st thou the breast with such madd’ning controul?
Fly quickly-yet, ah! come as quickly again.
Without thee, what’s life but a wilderness drear,
Or a chill, gloomy vale, where stern apathy reigns?
Like Phoebus, thy vivid refulgence can cheer,
And brighten, in rapture, e’en Memory’s pains.
When pleasure seduces the wild throbbing heart
In moments ecstatic of tender excess,
When Fancy refines, and when Passion takes part,
The lover existence too fondly may bless.
Yet Passion alone, to the delicate mind,
Aspires not a simple sensation above;
Unless sentiment yield it an ardour refin’d,
It degrades, not ennobles the essence of love.
(Charlotte Dacre)”
More Poetry from harlotte Dacre):
harlotte Dacre) Poems based on Topics: Love, Mind, Soul, Pain, Passion, Pleasure- The Triumph Of Pleasure (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
- The Skeleton Priest; Or, The Marriage Of Death (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
- The Exile. (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
- Death And The Lady (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
- The Poor Negro Sadi (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
- The Elfin King; Or, The Scoffer Punished (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: Love Poems, Mind Poems, Soul Poems, Pain Poems, Pleasure Poems, Passion PoemsBased on Keywords: aspires, consum, tyrannic, madd, refines, seducer, refulgence, ennobles, degrades, seduces