...share, Cease from their labours, and forget their care. But O ! what passions shook the royal dame, 720 No rest to her, no sweet oblivion came ; Again her breast, as love resum'd his power, Heav'd like the ocean in its stormiest hour : Then thus each course revolving in...
No rest to her, no sweet oblivion came ; Again her breast, as love resumed his power, Heaved like the ocean in its stormiest hour. 