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I. LOVE : PERSONAL 15 |
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Her lips, more than the cherries bright—
A richer dye has graced them— They charm th' admiring gazer's sight,
And sweetly tempt to taste them ; Her smile is as the ev'ning mild,
When feather'd pairs are courting, And little lambkins wanton wild,
In playful bands disporting.
Were Fortune lovely Peggy's foe,
Such sweetness would relent her : As blooming Spring unbends the brow
Of surly, savage Winter. Detraction's eye no aim can gain
Her winning powers to lessen, And fretful envy grins in vain
The poison'd tooth to fasten.
Ye Powers of Honor, Love, and Truth,
From ev'ry ill defend her! Inspire the highly-favour'd youth
The destinies intend her! Still fan the sweet connubial flame
Responsive in each bosom; And bless the dear parental name
With many a filial blossom.
No. 16. Altho thou maun never be mine.
Tune: Here's a health to them that's awa.
Chorus. Here's a health to arte I lo'e dear,
Here's a health to ane I Ide dear; Thou art sweet as the smile when fond lovers meet, And soft as their parting tear—Jessy, Altho' thou maun never be mine,
Altho' even hope is denied; 'Tis sweeter for thee despairing
Than ought in the world beside—Jessy. I mourn thro' the gay, gaudy day,
As hopeless I muse on thy charms; But welcome the dream o' sweet slumber, For then I am lockt in thine arms—Jessy.
I guess by the dear angel smile,
I guess by the love-rolling e'e; But why urge the tender confession,
'Gainst Fortune's fell cruel decree?—Jessy^. |
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