Trifles ... with several others, not more Considerable. The second edition. By R. Dodsley |
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The Progress of LOVE.
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The Progress of LOVE.
A SONG.
Beneath the myrtle's secret shade,When Delia blest my eyes;
At first I view'd the lovely maid
In silent soft surprise.
With trembling voice, and anxious mind,
I softly whisper'd love;
She blush'd a smile so sweetly kind,
Did all my fears remove.
Her lovely yielding form I prest,
Sweet maddening kisses stole;
And soon her swimming eyes confest
The wishes of her soul:
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O Delia, now be kind!
She press'd me close, and with a sigh,
To melting joys resign'd.
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