The poems and songs of William Hamilton of Bangour collated with the ms. volume of his poems, and containing several pieces hitherto unpublished; with illustrative notes, and an account of the life of the author. By James Paterson |
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[Would'st thou know her sacred charms]
Would'st thou know her sacred charms
Who this destin'd heart alarms,
What kind of nymph the heavens decree
The maid that's made for love and me.
Who this destin'd heart alarms,
What kind of nymph the heavens decree
The maid that's made for love and me.
Who pants to hear the sigh sincere,
Who melts to see the tender tear,
From each ungentle passion free;
Such the maid that's made for me.
Who melts to see the tender tear,
From each ungentle passion free;
Such the maid that's made for me.
Who joys whene'er she sees me glad,
Who sorrows when she sees me sad;
For peace and me can pomp resign,
Such the heart that's made for mine.
Who sorrows when she sees me sad;
For peace and me can pomp resign,
Such the heart that's made for mine.
Whose soul with gen'rous friendship glows;
Who feels the blessing she bestows;
Gentle to all, but kind to me,
Such be mine, if such there be.
Who feels the blessing she bestows;
Gentle to all, but kind to me,
Such be mine, if such there be.
Whose genuine thoughts devoid of art,
Are all the natives of her heart;
A simple train, from falsehood free,
Such the maid that's made for me.
Are all the natives of her heart;
A simple train, from falsehood free,
Such the maid that's made for me.
Avaunt, ye light coquets, retire
Whom glittering fops around admire;
Unmov'd your tinsel charms I see,
More genuine beauties are for me.
Whom glittering fops around admire;
Unmov'd your tinsel charms I see,
More genuine beauties are for me.
Should Love, fantastic as he is,
Raise up some rival to my bliss;
And should she change, but can that be?
No other maid is made for me.
Raise up some rival to my bliss;
And should she change, but can that be?
No other maid is made for me.
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