Miscellanies, in Verse and Prose | ||
A Fragment.
[I watch'd her looks, and fondly would incline]
I watch'd her looks, and fondly would inclineEach doubtful glance and smile to construe mine;
Or on her Cheeks, in vain turn'd quick aside,
The glowing marks of kind confusion spy'd:
But she, unwounded, plays with Cupid's dart,
And does, with sweetness undesign'd, impart
Unwary hopes to each deluded Heart:
While mine, her seeming kindness ruins more,
Than Charms I durst but wonder at before.
Miscellanies, in Verse and Prose | ||