Parliamentary Letters, and Other Poems By Q. in the Corner [i.e. N. T. H. Bayly] |
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Lines WRITTEN AT GRETNA GREEN. |
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Lines WRITTEN AT GRETNA GREEN.
Here Cupid is free, and there is not a fetter
To check his wild fancies, or rob him of bliss:
This spot is his own; and there is not a better,
For giving love's warm inspiration, than this:
And Nancy—if e'er you had treated me coldly
(And Venus forbid I should say that you do),
Even then from this place I'd petition you boldly,
With some little prospect of winning you too.
To check his wild fancies, or rob him of bliss:
This spot is his own; and there is not a better,
For giving love's warm inspiration, than this:
And Nancy—if e'er you had treated me coldly
(And Venus forbid I should say that you do),
Even then from this place I'd petition you boldly,
With some little prospect of winning you too.
Here lovers unlicensed may soon be united;
For all those formalities, dull and severe,
Which England expects, are deliciously slighted,
And hearts have despotic authority here:
And Nancy—whilst viewing love's favourite scene,
Where true hearts are coupled, and led to his throne;
I vow—(just by way of amusement I mean)—
I cannot help coupling yours and my own.
For all those formalities, dull and severe,
Which England expects, are deliciously slighted,
And hearts have despotic authority here:
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Where true hearts are coupled, and led to his throne;
I vow—(just by way of amusement I mean)—
I cannot help coupling yours and my own.
Adieu, happy green, though your gambols are pleasant,
Though loved by the spirited, youthful, and free;
As I have no pretty companion at present,
Your privilege only can tantalize me;
And Nancy—perhaps I shall never partake
Of a fugitive frolic; but oh! if I do,
Believe me, my dear, it will be for the sake
Of a little associate very like you.
Though loved by the spirited, youthful, and free;
As I have no pretty companion at present,
Your privilege only can tantalize me;
And Nancy—perhaps I shall never partake
Of a fugitive frolic; but oh! if I do,
Believe me, my dear, it will be for the sake
Of a little associate very like you.
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