 | The poetical works of the late Thomas Little [i.e. Thomas Moore] |  |
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[Why, the world are all thinking about it]
Why, the world are all thinking about it;
And as for myself, I can swear,
If I fancied that heav'n were without it,
I'd scarce feel a wish to go there.
And as for myself, I can swear,
If I fancied that heav'n were without it,
I'd scarce feel a wish to go there.
If Mahomet would but receive me,
And Paradise be as he paints,
I'm greatly afraid, God forgive me!
I'd worship the eyes of his saints.
And Paradise be as he paints,
I'm greatly afraid, God forgive me!
I'd worship the eyes of his saints.
But why should I think of a trip
To the Prophet's seraglio above,
When Phillida gives me her lip,
As my own little heaven of love!
To the Prophet's seraglio above,
When Phillida gives me her lip,
As my own little heaven of love!
Oh, Phyllis! that kiss may be sweeter
Than ever by mortal was given;
But your lip, love, is only St. Peter,
And keeps but the key to your heaven!
Than ever by mortal was given;
But your lip, love, is only St. Peter,
And keeps but the key to your heaven!
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