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 | The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] |  |
FOR CYNTHIA.
Ah! tell me no more, my dear girl, with a sigh,
That a coldness will creep o'er my heart;
That a sullen indiff'rence will dwell on my eye,
When thy beauty begins to depart.
That a coldness will creep o'er my heart;
That a sullen indiff'rence will dwell on my eye,
When thy beauty begins to depart.
Shall thy graces, O Cynthia, that gladden my day,
And brighten the gloom of the night,
Till life be extinguish'd, from memory stray,
Which it ought to review with delight?
And brighten the gloom of the night,
Till life be extinguish'd, from memory stray,
Which it ought to review with delight?
Upbraiding, shall gratitude say with a tear,
‘That no longer I think of those charms
Which gave to my bosom such rapture sincere,
And faded at length in my arms?’
‘That no longer I think of those charms
Which gave to my bosom such rapture sincere,
And faded at length in my arms?’
Why yes! it may happen, thou damsel divine:—
To be honest—I freely declare,
That e'en now to thy converse so much I incline,
I've already forgot thou art fair.
To be honest—I freely declare,
That e'en now to thy converse so much I incline,
I've already forgot thou art fair.
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