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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THE RECONCILIATION.
INSCRIBED TO MISS ELIZA GORDON.
Cease, lovely Chloe, to disclose
That Bosom, whiter than the Snow;
Nor wantonly those Charms expose,
Which with extatic Beauty glow.
Those pouting, coral Lips are vain;
And vain your flowing, auburn Hair:
Nor can your dimpled Smiles regain
My Heart;—no, nor your matchless Air.
That Bosom, whiter than the Snow;
Nor wantonly those Charms expose,
Which with extatic Beauty glow.
Those pouting, coral Lips are vain;
And vain your flowing, auburn Hair:
Nor can your dimpled Smiles regain
My Heart;—no, nor your matchless Air.
And, do you, weeping, turn away?
Those pouting Lips, I long to kiss;
Those Cheeks, where rosey Cupids play;
That Bosom, too, the Seat of Bliss.
Return,—my sweetest Nymph! return;
Your Strephon did but fondly joke you.
With Pleasure, Love, and Joy, I burn;
And never will again provoke you.
Those pouting Lips, I long to kiss;
Those Cheeks, where rosey Cupids play;
That Bosom, too, the Seat of Bliss.
Return,—my sweetest Nymph! return;
Your Strephon did but fondly joke you.
With Pleasure, Love, and Joy, I burn;
And never will again provoke you.
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