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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[O thou, whose Beauty fires the Lay]
O thou, whose Beauty fires the Lay,
Whose Virtues I revere,
If Love's a Crime, Eliza say,
Why, why art thou so fair?
Whose Virtues I revere,
If Love's a Crime, Eliza say,
Why, why art thou so fair?
If Love's a Crime, I prithee tell,
And I'll no more require
Why was that Bosom taught to swell?
Those Eyes to scatter Fire?
And I'll no more require
Why was that Bosom taught to swell?
Those Eyes to scatter Fire?
Why can an angel Face persuade,
And all our Firmness bend?
For what Intent was Woman made?
And Beauty to what End?
And all our Firmness bend?
For what Intent was Woman made?
And Beauty to what End?
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This Mass of Earth, the Sea, the Skies,
My favourite Maxim prove;
See all their jarring Atoms rise,
United into Love!
My favourite Maxim prove;
See all their jarring Atoms rise,
United into Love!
Even while you speak, against your Will,
His Prowess you display;
Your Tongue denies his Power to kill;
Your Eyes confirm his Sway.
His Prowess you display;
Your Tongue denies his Power to kill;
Your Eyes confirm his Sway.
Eliza, then, since sure to fail,
The fruitless Labour cease;
Your Arguments can ne'er prevail,
Unless you hide your Face.
The fruitless Labour cease;
Your Arguments can ne'er prevail,
Unless you hide your Face.
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