The Genuine Works in Verse and Prose, Of the Right Honourable George Granville, Lord Lansdowne | ||
SONG to MIRA.
[Why should a Heart so tender, break?]
Why should a Heart so tender, break?
O Mira! give its Anguish Ease;
The Use of Beauty you mistake,
Not meant to vex, but please.
O Mira! give its Anguish Ease;
The Use of Beauty you mistake,
Not meant to vex, but please.
Those Lips for Smiling were design'd;
That Bosom to be prest;
Your Eyes to languish, and look kind;
For amorous Arms, your Waist.
That Bosom to be prest;
Your Eyes to languish, and look kind;
For amorous Arms, your Waist.
Each thing has its appointed Right,
Establish'd by the Pow'rs above,
The Sun to give us Warmth, and Light,
Mira to kindle Love.
Establish'd by the Pow'rs above,
The Sun to give us Warmth, and Light,
Mira to kindle Love.
The Genuine Works in Verse and Prose, Of the Right Honourable George Granville, Lord Lansdowne | ||