The Works of John Sheffield Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham. In two volumes ... The third edition, Corrected |
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[Oh, conceal that charming Creature]
Oh, conceal that charming Creature
From my wondring, wishing Eyes!
Ev'ry Motion, ev'ry Feature
Does some ravish'd Heart surprize;
But oh, I sighing, sighing, see
The happy Swain! she ne'er can be
False to him, or kind to me.
From my wondring, wishing Eyes!
Ev'ry Motion, ev'ry Feature
Does some ravish'd Heart surprize;
But oh, I sighing, sighing, see
The happy Swain! she ne'er can be
False to him, or kind to me.
Yet, if I could humbly show her,
Ah! how wretched I remain;
'Tis not, sure, a Thing below her,
Still to pity so much Pain.
The Gods some Pleasure, Pleasure take,
Happy as themselves to make
Those who suffer for their Sake.
Ah! how wretched I remain;
'Tis not, sure, a Thing below her,
Still to pity so much Pain.
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Happy as themselves to make
Those who suffer for their Sake.
Since your Hand alone was giv'n
To a Wretch not worth your Care;
Like some Angel sent from Heav'n,
Come and raise me from Despair!
Your Heart I cannot, cannot miss,
And I desire no other Bliss;
Let all the World besides be His.
To a Wretch not worth your Care;
Like some Angel sent from Heav'n,
Come and raise me from Despair!
Your Heart I cannot, cannot miss,
And I desire no other Bliss;
Let all the World besides be His.
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