Songs and poems(1866) | ||
WHAT CHARMS HAS FAIR CHLOE.
What charms has fair Chloe!
Her bosom's like snow!
Each feature
Is sweeter
Proud Venus than thine!
Her mind like her face is
Adorned with all graces,
Not Pallas possesses
A wit so divine.
Her bosom's like snow!
Each feature
Is sweeter
Proud Venus than thine!
Her mind like her face is
Adorned with all graces,
Not Pallas possesses
A wit so divine.
What crowds are a-bleeding
While Chloe's ne'er heeding:
All lying
A dying
Thro' cruel disdain:
Ye gods deign to warm her
Or quickly disarm her;
While Chloe's a charmer
Your temples are vain.
While Chloe's ne'er heeding:
All lying
A dying
Thro' cruel disdain:
Ye gods deign to warm her
Or quickly disarm her;
While Chloe's a charmer
Your temples are vain.
Songs and poems(1866) | ||