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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LOVE ELEGY.
ΜΟΝΟΝ ΑΡΓΥΡΟΝ ΒΛΕΠΟΥΣΙΝ
Anacreon.
JAMQUE VALE ------
Virgil.
Virgil.
Whither, ye bright-ey'd Train, immortal Maids,
With whom, in tuneful Ease, I wont to rove,
Through smiling Fancy's ever blooming Shades,
O whither are ye fled?—To what fam'd Grove?
With whom, in tuneful Ease, I wont to rove,
Through smiling Fancy's ever blooming Shades,
O whither are ye fled?—To what fam'd Grove?
No more my Breast your happy Influence chears;
Nor warm, poetic Raptures now inspire:
Quench'd is the generous Flame by chilling Fears;
By all the enfeebling Band of fond Desire.
Nor warm, poetic Raptures now inspire:
Quench'd is the generous Flame by chilling Fears;
By all the enfeebling Band of fond Desire.
Ah! luckless, sure, when first fair Daphne's Charms,
Attractive, caught my vain, admiring Eye:
Better, by far, I had met the Foe in Arms;
For Freedom, and my Country, pleas'd to die.
Attractive, caught my vain, admiring Eye:
Better, by far, I had met the Foe in Arms;
For Freedom, and my Country, pleas'd to die.
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How wild the Hope, that me, all-humble Swain,
Whom only Love, and Constancy commend,
A Nymph, in Beauty's Pride, should ever deign,
Kind, to admit her Partner, or her Friend.
Whom only Love, and Constancy commend,
A Nymph, in Beauty's Pride, should ever deign,
Kind, to admit her Partner, or her Friend.
An artless Love, in this ill-fashion'd Age,
Meets, from each sordid Maid, Repulse and Scorn:
'Tis not the Man, his Gifts alone engage;
Though every Muse, and every Grace adorn.
Meets, from each sordid Maid, Repulse and Scorn:
'Tis not the Man, his Gifts alone engage;
Though every Muse, and every Grace adorn.
Away, then, from the proud, contemptuous Fair.
To Books, and sweet Retirement let me fly;
There, with the mighty Dead, forget my Care,
Or learn (instructive Lore) like them to die.
To Books, and sweet Retirement let me fly;
There, with the mighty Dead, forget my Care,
Or learn (instructive Lore) like them to die.
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