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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SONG, On Miss LOVETT.
Would Letty but smile,
My Fears to beguile,
No Riches on Earth would I covet;
One agreeable Glance
My Soul would intrance,
From the dear speaking Eyes of Miss Lovett.
My Fears to beguile,
No Riches on Earth would I covet;
One agreeable Glance
My Soul would intrance,
From the dear speaking Eyes of Miss Lovett.
With a Nose quite genteel,
In Front, or Profile;
With an Eye, O! how archly she'll move it;
With a Trick in her Lips,
At which my Heart skips,
To snatch a soft Kiss from sweet Lovett.
In Front, or Profile;
With an Eye, O! how archly she'll move it;
With a Trick in her Lips,
At which my Heart skips,
To snatch a soft Kiss from sweet Lovett.
Let the Poet's Heart glow
With the charming Moll Roe;
Yet Letty's as pretty, I'll prove it;
Not so taper, and small,
E'er a Moll of them all,
As the delicate Waist of Miss Lovett.
With the charming Moll Roe;
Yet Letty's as pretty, I'll prove it;
Not so taper, and small,
E'er a Moll of them all,
As the delicate Waist of Miss Lovett.
Should Cypria's Queen
In my Soul intervene,
Her Image far off would I shove it:
With one brisk Capriole,
I would lay my Heart whole,
At the Feet of my dear Letty Lovett.
In my Soul intervene,
Her Image far off would I shove it:
With one brisk Capriole,
I would lay my Heart whole,
At the Feet of my dear Letty Lovett.
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O never engage
With the Chancellor's Page;
Your Spirit, I'm sure, is above it:
As I hope to be sav'd,
I thought that you rav'd,
When you mention'd that Sweetheart of Lovett.
With the Chancellor's Page;
Your Spirit, I'm sure, is above it:
As I hope to be sav'd,
I thought that you rav'd,
When you mention'd that Sweetheart of Lovett.
What in him can you see?
He can't write like me;
And his Post, Faith, I think little of it:
Not a Beau, or a Swain,
But would bear up your Train;
And be proud of the Honour, dear Lovett.
He can't write like me;
And his Post, Faith, I think little of it:
Not a Beau, or a Swain,
But would bear up your Train;
And be proud of the Honour, dear Lovett.
O! beautiful Name!
More beautiful Theme!
Through seven long Stanza's I've drove it:
And, now, my dear Pet,
I must own, with Regret,
I can jingle no longer to Lovett.
More beautiful Theme!
Through seven long Stanza's I've drove it:
And, now, my dear Pet,
I must own, with Regret,
I can jingle no longer to Lovett.
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