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 | The works, in verse and prose, of William Shenstone, Esq |  |
SONG XI.
[Perhaps it is not love, said I]
1744.
Perhaps it is not love, said I,
That melts my soul when Flavia's nigh;
Where wit and sense like her's agree,
One may be pleas'd, and yet be free.
That melts my soul when Flavia's nigh;
Where wit and sense like her's agree,
One may be pleas'd, and yet be free.
The beauties of her polish'd mind,
It needs no lover's eye to find;
The hermit freezing in his cell,
Might wish the gentle Flavia well.
It needs no lover's eye to find;
The hermit freezing in his cell,
Might wish the gentle Flavia well.
It is not love—averse to bear
The servile chain that lovers wear;
Let, let me all my fears remove,
My doubts dispel—it is not love—
The servile chain that lovers wear;
Let, let me all my fears remove,
My doubts dispel—it is not love—
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Oh! when did wit so brightly shine
In any form less fair than thine?
It is—it is love's subtle fire,
And under friendship lurks desire.
In any form less fair than thine?
It is—it is love's subtle fire,
And under friendship lurks desire.
| The works, in verse and prose, of William Shenstone, Esq | |