A postscript to the new Bath guide A Poem by Anthony Pasquin [i.e. John Williams] |
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THE OATH.
By those delicious pulpy lips,Where Cupid his ambrosia sips,
Those lips whose pressure would assuage
The frigid force of ice-bound age!
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Where ease and elegance are seen!
By the delusions of that Cestus,
Which Venus gave you when she blest us!
By the keen magic of that spot,
Where grief in rapture is forgot!
Celestial spot! whose slightest touch,
Or gives too little—or too much!
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