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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SONG. By a young LADY.
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SONG. By a young LADY.
Sure when my gentle Swain was born,
Nature his Person to adorn,
Each manly Grace assign'd;
And, willing to complete the Whole,
Into his Bosom breathed a Soul,
The best of human Kind.
Nature his Person to adorn,
Each manly Grace assign'd;
And, willing to complete the Whole,
Into his Bosom breathed a Soul,
The best of human Kind.
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His Heart delights in doing Good,
Nor would he injure, if he cou'd,
The basest of his Foes;
But fly with Pleasure to the Wretch,
And Fortune's Aid, unsparing fetch,
To mitigate his Woes.
Nor would he injure, if he cou'd,
The basest of his Foes;
But fly with Pleasure to the Wretch,
And Fortune's Aid, unsparing fetch,
To mitigate his Woes.
No Tongue can tell, no Pen express,
The thrilling Joys, the fond Excess,
That in my Bosom reigns,
When sighing at my Feet, he cries,
‘Without thy Love, thy Damon dies,
‘In Pity, ease his Pains.’
The thrilling Joys, the fond Excess,
That in my Bosom reigns,
When sighing at my Feet, he cries,
‘Without thy Love, thy Damon dies,
‘In Pity, ease his Pains.’
Dear Youth, may Heaven preserve thy Life,
And grant thee, to thy Wish, a Wife,
Such as thy Merits claim!
May she with grateful Care attend
Her Husband, Lover, and her Friend,
And feel a mutual Flame!
And grant thee, to thy Wish, a Wife,
Such as thy Merits claim!
May she with grateful Care attend
Her Husband, Lover, and her Friend,
And feel a mutual Flame!
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