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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[When first thy soft Lips I but civilly press'd]
When first thy soft Lips I but civilly press'd,
Eliza, how great was my Bliss!
The fatal Contagion ran quick to my Breast;
I lost my poor Heart with a Kiss.
Eliza, how great was my Bliss!
The fatal Contagion ran quick to my Breast;
I lost my poor Heart with a Kiss.
And now, when supremely thus blest with your Sight,
I scarce can my Transports restrain;
I wish, and I pant, to repeat the Delight;
And kiss you again, and again.
I scarce can my Transports restrain;
I wish, and I pant, to repeat the Delight;
And kiss you again, and again.
In Raptures I wish to enjoy all those Charms;
Still stealing from Favour to Favour—
Now, now, O ye Gods! let me fly to your Arms,
And kiss you for ever and ever.
Still stealing from Favour to Favour—
Now, now, O ye Gods! let me fly to your Arms,
And kiss you for ever and ever.
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