English poem
Sabina Wakes
by William Congreve (1670–1729)
See, see, she wakes! Sabina wakes! And now the sun begins to rise; Less glorious is the morn that breaks From his bright beams, than her fair eyes.
With light united, day they give, But different fates ere night fulfil; How many by his warmth will live! How many will her coldness kill!
More by William Congreve
- PROLOGUE TO THE COURT; On the QUEEN's Birth-Day, 1704
- Prologue, spoken
- Prologue, written by Lord Falkland
- PROLOGUE. Spoken at the Opening of the New House, By Mr. Betterton
- The Old Bachelor
- THE PEASANT in Search of his HEIFER. A TALE, After M. De la Fontaine
- The Tears of Amaryllis for Amyntas. a Pastoral
- VERSES To the Right Honourable the Lord Viscount Cobham