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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SONG: ON Miss MOLLY HERRING's Marriage with Mr. STONE |
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SONG: ON Miss MOLLY HERRING's Marriage with Mr. STONE
Movit Amphion Lapides canendo.
Sweet Molly, the Pride of the Plain,
Whom lately, with Rapture, I sung,
With Rapture I'll sing of again;
She inspires my Pen, and my Tongue:
O, ye Critics, your Censure forbear;
If your Eyes once beheld the bright Maid,
So lovely,—so gentle—so fair—
You'd be Friends, and soon lend me your Aid.
Whom lately, with Rapture, I sung,
With Rapture I'll sing of again;
She inspires my Pen, and my Tongue:
O, ye Critics, your Censure forbear;
If your Eyes once beheld the bright Maid,
So lovely,—so gentle—so fair—
You'd be Friends, and soon lend me your Aid.
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Of Apollo I oft' have been told,
Of Orpheus, Amphion,—and more—
How the Stones in a Transport have roll'd,
And danc'd, while they sung on the Shore:
'Twas the Power of Music, alone,
That wrought such a Wonder we know:
But, when Molly enlivens a Stone,
From whence does the Miracle flow?
Of Orpheus, Amphion,—and more—
How the Stones in a Transport have roll'd,
And danc'd, while they sung on the Shore:
'Twas the Power of Music, alone,
That wrought such a Wonder we know:
But, when Molly enlivens a Stone,
From whence does the Miracle flow?
It flows from the Charms of her Mind,
So virtuous, so soft, so discreet;
With those of her Person conjoin'd,
So graceful, so beauteous, so sweet:
Thus adorn'd, can it ever seem odd,
While each Charm, and each Grace is her own,
That the loveliest Work of her God
Should have Power to animate Stone.
So virtuous, so soft, so discreet;
With those of her Person conjoin'd,
So graceful, so beauteous, so sweet:
Thus adorn'd, can it ever seem odd,
While each Charm, and each Grace is her own,
That the loveliest Work of her God
Should have Power to animate Stone.
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