The Shamrock or, Hibernian Cresses. A Collection of Poems, Songs, Epigrams, &c. Latin as well as English, The Original Production of Ireland. To which are subjoined thoughts on the prevailing system of school education, respecting young ladies as well as gentlemen: with practical proposals for a reformation [by Samuel Whyte] |
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The fine vermil Glow of the innocent Cheek,
The Garden's gay Pride let your Diligence seek;
The Scene of Wolfe's Glory, of Sackville's Disgrace,
Of rural Delights, and the Sports of the Chace;
Then spell, put together, and tell me the Name;
And Apollo himself shall you rival in Fame:
'Tis Venus, in Fact, who, forsaking the Skies,
Has put on, for a Frolic, a human Disguise,
No Vapour, no Cloud, but a palpable Form
Of pure Flesh and Blood, substantial, and warm;
What removes every Doubt, is—her Train to compose,
Two Graces attend her, wherever she goes;
(Each so like to their Queen, though, your Homage, and Wonder
You 'll be apt to misplace, if you meet them asunder)
The third, from mere Prudence, continues above;
Lest the Gods should shake off the Dominion of Love.
The Garden's gay Pride let your Diligence seek;
The Scene of Wolfe's Glory, of Sackville's Disgrace,
Of rural Delights, and the Sports of the Chace;
Then spell, put together, and tell me the Name;
And Apollo himself shall you rival in Fame:
'Tis Venus, in Fact, who, forsaking the Skies,
Has put on, for a Frolic, a human Disguise,
No Vapour, no Cloud, but a palpable Form
Of pure Flesh and Blood, substantial, and warm;
What removes every Doubt, is—her Train to compose,
Two Graces attend her, wherever she goes;
(Each so like to their Queen, though, your Homage, and Wonder
You 'll be apt to misplace, if you meet them asunder)
The third, from mere Prudence, continues above;
Lest the Gods should shake off the Dominion of Love.
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