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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A NEW SONG.
When
Chloe's near, my eager Eyes
Behold her with a glad Surprize,
New Pains through all my Bosom move:
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
Behold her with a glad Surprize,
New Pains through all my Bosom move:
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
Whene'er we meet, a sudden Flame
Glides swift through all my vital Frame;
All breathless, senseless, pale I prove:
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
Glides swift through all my vital Frame;
All breathless, senseless, pale I prove:
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
My Breast is swell'd with pleasing Woes;
My sickly Colour comes and goes;
Reason my Fears can ne'er remove:
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
My sickly Colour comes and goes;
Reason my Fears can ne'er remove:
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
Without a Cause, I joy, and mourn,
I swear, forswear, depart, return;
This Hour I hate, the next approve:
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
I swear, forswear, depart, return;
This Hour I hate, the next approve:
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
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When she departs, I often sigh;
Yet can't assign a Reason why;
With her my Life appears to move:
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
Yet can't assign a Reason why;
With her my Life appears to move:
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
When, proud, she disregards my Pain,
I strive to fly; but strive in vain;
My rebel Feet refuse to move:
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
I strive to fly; but strive in vain;
My rebel Feet refuse to move:
Tell me, my Heart, if this be Love?
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