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From a Gentleman, to a Lady, who had presented him with a Cake Heart.
BY THE SAME.
With eager haste I homeward flew
My precious gift to unfold;
I saw, and at the flattering view,
My transports thus I told.
My precious gift to unfold;
I saw, and at the flattering view,
My transports thus I told.
Thou beauteous semblance of the heart
That warms Lucinda's breast,
Come, and each gentle joy impart
As to my soul thou'rt press'd.
That warms Lucinda's breast,
Come, and each gentle joy impart
As to my soul thou'rt press'd.
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But still, tho chaste delight full oft
To my fond heart you give,
Yet thou, say what I will, no soft
Impression canst receive.
To my fond heart you give,
Yet thou, say what I will, no soft
Impression canst receive.
O had Lucinda, lovely fair,
Deign'd but her own to have given,
The gift I'd cherish with that care
As if 'twere sent from heaven.
Deign'd but her own to have given,
The gift I'd cherish with that care
As if 'twere sent from heaven.
In my own bosom it should lie,
By no rude passion toss'd;
And, hush'd to love, it should supply
The place of mine that's lost.
By no rude passion toss'd;
And, hush'd to love, it should supply
The place of mine that's lost.
| American poems, selected and original | |