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 REMONSTRANCE.
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The REMONSTRANCE.
To three young Ladies, who declared themselves dying, and insisted
upon some Verses to their Memory.
For God's Sake, dear Ladies, how can you impose
A Task of this Nature on me?
'Tis clear, past a Doubt, and what every one knows,
I hold not the Muses in Fee.
A Task of this Nature on me?
'Tis clear, past a Doubt, and what every one knows,
I hold not the Muses in Fee.
I have courted them sometimes, 'tis true, but in vain,
They ne'er would indulge my Request;
They mock'd my Addresses; derided my Pain;
And turn'd all my Prayers to a Jest.
They ne'er would indulge my Request;
They mock'd my Addresses; derided my Pain;
And turn'd all my Prayers to a Jest.
The Subject too, truly! Supposing you dead,
An Elegy I must indite!
The Town would all swear, I was turn'd in my Head;
The Town, at least, once would be right.
An Elegy I must indite!
The Town would all swear, I was turn'd in my Head;
The Town, at least, once would be right.
But grant me dispos'd with your Wish to agree,
I deal not in Fiction nor Art;
How then should I furnish Description for three,
Where each is supreme in Desert?
I deal not in Fiction nor Art;
How then should I furnish Description for three,
Where each is supreme in Desert?
Of Goddesses, Graces, and many such more
Trite Fancies, 'twere easy to speak;
And Roses, and Lillies, and Dimples, good Store,
And Cupids bedecking each Cheek.
Trite Fancies, 'twere easy to speak;
And Roses, and Lillies, and Dimples, good Store,
And Cupids bedecking each Cheek.
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The Sex, tho' I stripp'd, as most Sonneteers do,
And all in your Persons combin'd;
Tho' I, and some others, might feel it full true,
Yet you would continue still blind.
And all in your Persons combin'd;
Tho' I, and some others, might feel it full true,
Yet you would continue still blind.
Admit now, sweet Nancy's
Perfections I sung,
What more could for Fanny be writ?
And Jenny, thy Praises must die on my Tongue,
Unless I could borrow thy Wit.
What more could for Fanny be writ?
And Jenny, thy Praises must die on my Tongue,
Unless I could borrow thy Wit.
'Mongst Brothers, and Beauties, Affection is rare,
All Ages and Nations attest;
But Concord and Friendship, this let me declare,
Here mutually glow in each Breast.
All Ages and Nations attest;
But Concord and Friendship, this let me declare,
Here mutually glow in each Breast.
Long, blessing and bless'd then, O! may you survive
Still greater Enjoyments to prove;
New Pleasures from yours, my fond Heart shall derive,
Then take me a Fourth in your Love.
Still greater Enjoyments to prove;
New Pleasures from yours, my fond Heart shall derive,
Then take me a Fourth in your Love.
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