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No. 48. Platonick Love
Not for thy rosie bloom, alone,
Or snowie neck, I die,
Thy melting voice, thy tender smile,
Or love-persuading eye.
Or snowie neck, I die,
Thy melting voice, thy tender smile,
Or love-persuading eye.
Oft have I gaz'd, unhurt, on Pride
Lodg'd in a mould divine;
Oft listen'd, safe, when Folly flow'd
From lips as sweet as thine.
Lodg'd in a mould divine;
Oft listen'd, safe, when Folly flow'd
From lips as sweet as thine.
The Soul, o're all thy frame diffus'd,
Paints every feature fair,
As Angels tinge their forms, at will,
When limb'd in lucid air.
Paints every feature fair,
As Angels tinge their forms, at will,
When limb'd in lucid air.
Bright-beaming through thy shape appears
The heavenly guest enshrin'd;
'Tis virtue, sure, to kiss the case,
That holds so fair a mind.
The heavenly guest enshrin'd;
'Tis virtue, sure, to kiss the case,
That holds so fair a mind.
[Tickell papers.]
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