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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CUPID and the PAINTER.
Inscribed to the Honourable Miss St. GEORGE.
I lately saw wing'd Cupid stand,
His Crest elate with Pride,
His Bow bent ready in his Hand,
His Quiver by his Side.
His Crest elate with Pride,
His Bow bent ready in his Hand,
His Quiver by his Side.
An Arrow keen, of fearful Length,
He to the Bow apply'd;
Then drew the String with all his Strength,
And, Vive l'Amour, he cry'd.
He to the Bow apply'd;
Then drew the String with all his Strength,
And, Vive l'Amour, he cry'd.
At me a certain Aim he took,
And would have pierc'd my Heart;
But, luckily, I snatch'd a Book,
This warded off the Dart.
And would have pierc'd my Heart;
But, luckily, I snatch'd a Book,
This warded off the Dart.
Another, soon, he levell'd true,
Resolv'd that I should yield;
But this, like t'other, hurtless flew,
My Pallet was my Shield.
Resolv'd that I should yield;
But this, like t'other, hurtless flew,
My Pallet was my Shield.
Thus, every Arrow shot in vain,
His Quiver emptied quite;
I laugh'd to see the Urchin's Pain,
He cry'd for very Spite.
His Quiver emptied quite;
I laugh'd to see the Urchin's Pain,
He cry'd for very Spite.
But me the Rogue at length beguil'd,
In Ambush for my Heart;
He shot—just when Emilia smil'd,—
Unerring was the Dart.
In Ambush for my Heart;
He shot—just when Emilia smil'd,—
Unerring was the Dart.
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