The Poems and Miscellaneous Compositions of Paul Whitehead With Explanatory Notes on his Writings, and His life written by Captain Edward Thompson. With a Head of the Author, From a Painting by Mr. Gainsborough |
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BALLAD.
Long, Roger in vain
Strove Cic'ley to gain,
And that Something he wanted she knew;
Yet still she reply'd,
First make me your Bride,
Or—I wish I may die if I do.
Strove Cic'ley to gain,
And that Something he wanted she knew;
Yet still she reply'd,
First make me your Bride,
Or—I wish I may die if I do.
Quoth Roger, Next Fair
I'll deck out your hair
With a Top-knot, green, yellow, or blue.
No Top-knot, pray, bring
Without the Gold-Ring,
Or—I wish I may die if I do.
I'll deck out your hair
With a Top-knot, green, yellow, or blue.
No Top-knot, pray, bring
Without the Gold-Ring,
Or—I wish I may die if I do.
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Together one day,
When making of hay,
Pretty Cis on a haycock he threw:
His hand did intrude;
She cry'd, Don't be rude,
For—I wish I may die if I do.
When making of hay,
Pretty Cis on a haycock he threw:
His hand did intrude;
She cry'd, Don't be rude,
For—I wish I may die if I do.
But Roger still prest
Her lips and her breast,
Until kinder and kinder she grew:
A glance from her eye
He saw give the lye
To—“I wish I may die if I do.”
Her lips and her breast,
Until kinder and kinder she grew:
A glance from her eye
He saw give the lye
To—“I wish I may die if I do.”
He knew what it meant,
Took looks for consent;
Then—a Fairing presented to view,
Which Cis so amaz'd,
She sigh'd while she gaz'd—
Oh! I surely shall die—if I do.
Took looks for consent;
Then—a Fairing presented to view,
Which Cis so amaz'd,
She sigh'd while she gaz'd—
Oh! I surely shall die—if I do.
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What Lovers conceal
No Muse should reveal;
You must fancy then what did ensue:
But she no more cry'd,
First make me your Bride,
Or—I wish I may die if I do.
No Muse should reveal;
You must fancy then what did ensue:
But she no more cry'd,
First make me your Bride,
Or—I wish I may die if I do.
Ah! Roger! says Cis,
A Fairing like this
Cannot fail a young Maid to subdue:
No Knot you need bring;
Ne'er mind the Gold-Ring,
For—I wish I may die if I do.
A Fairing like this
Cannot fail a young Maid to subdue:
No Knot you need bring;
Ne'er mind the Gold-Ring,
For—I wish I may die if I do.
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