The Shamrock or, Hibernian Cresses. A Collection of Poems, Songs, Epigrams, &c. Latin as well as English, The Original Production of Ireland. To which are subjoined thoughts on the prevailing system of school education, respecting young ladies as well as gentlemen: with practical proposals for a reformation [by Samuel Whyte] |
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GAIETY and INNOCENCE: Or, THERANIA's KISS.
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GAIETY and INNOCENCE: Or, THERANIA's KISS.
Give me, my charming Girl, cry'd I,
While Pleasure sparkled in my Eye,
Give me, thou lovely Source of Bliss,
A melting, moist, and balmy Kiss!
Quick, with a Smile, the Fair advanc'd;
As quick, my Blood with Rapture danc'd;
While, slightly skimming o'er my Lips,
Away with lively Air she trips,
And, laughing, o'er her Shoulder threw
A Look of Archness, as she flew.
While Pleasure sparkled in my Eye,
Give me, thou lovely Source of Bliss,
A melting, moist, and balmy Kiss!
Quick, with a Smile, the Fair advanc'd;
As quick, my Blood with Rapture danc'd;
While, slightly skimming o'er my Lips,
Away with lively Air she trips,
And, laughing, o'er her Shoulder threw
A Look of Archness, as she flew.
Her amorous Flight I soon surpass'd;
Her Pulse more nimble than her Haste:
And, as I held her in my Arms,
And as I gaz'd upon her Charms,
As one who would not be deny'd,
In tender Accent, thus I cry'd—
Her Pulse more nimble than her Haste:
And, as I held her in my Arms,
And as I gaz'd upon her Charms,
As one who would not be deny'd,
In tender Accent, thus I cry'd—
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Ah! whither dost thou idly fly?
Thou wanton Source of all my Joy!
This is not to afford me Bliss;
'Twas but the Shadow of a Kiss.
Thou wanton Source of all my Joy!
This is not to afford me Bliss;
'Twas but the Shadow of a Kiss.
The Hint was taken from the following Lines of Johannes Secundus.
Da mihi Suaviolum, dicebam, blanda Puella!
Libasti Labris mox mea Labra tuis;
Inde, velut presso qui territus Angue resultat,
Ora repente meo vellis ab Ore procul.
Non hoc Suaviolum dare, Lux mea, sed dare tantum
Est Desiderium flebile Suavioli.
Libasti Labris mox mea Labra tuis;
Inde, velut presso qui territus Angue resultat,
Ora repente meo vellis ab Ore procul.
Non hoc Suaviolum dare, Lux mea, sed dare tantum
Est Desiderium flebile Suavioli.
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