Effusions of Love from Chatelar to Mary, Queen of Scotland Translated from a Gallic Manuscript, in the Scotch College at Paris. Interspersed with songs, sonnets, and notes explanatory, by the translator [i.e. S. W. H. Ireland]. To which is added, historical fragments, poetry, and remains of the amours, of that unfortunate Princess |
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[Such moving sounds, from such a careless touch]
Such moving sounds, from such a careless touch,So unconcern'd herself and we so much.
What art is this, that with so little pains
Transports us thus, and o'er our spirit reigns?
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And tell their joy for every kiss aloud:
Small force there needs to make them tremble so,
Toucht by that hand who would not tremble too?
Here love takes stand, and while she charms the ear,
Empties his quiver on the list'ning deer:
Music so softens and disarms the mind,
That not an arrow does resistance find.
Thus the fair tyrant celebrates the prize,
And acts herself the triumph of her eyes.
So Nero once, with harp in hand survey'd
His flaming Rome, and as it burnt he play'd.
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