Poems on Affairs of State | ||
A SIGH.
Gentlest Air, thou Breath of Lovers,
Vapour from a secret Fire;
Which by thee it self discovers,
E'er yet daring to aspire.
Vapour from a secret Fire;
Which by thee it self discovers,
E'er yet daring to aspire.
Softest Note of whisper'd Anguish,
Harmony's refined Part,
Striking while thou seem'st to languish,
Full upon the Listner's Heart.
Harmony's refined Part,
Striking while thou seem'st to languish,
Full upon the Listner's Heart.
Softest Messenger of Passion,
Stealing thro a Croud of Spies;
Which constrain the outward Fashion,
Close the Lips, and guard the Eyes.
Stealing thro a Croud of Spies;
Which constrain the outward Fashion,
Close the Lips, and guard the Eyes.
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Shapeless Sigh, we ne'er can shew thee
Form'd, but to assault the Ear;
Yet e'er to their cost they know thee,
Ev'ry Nymph may read thee here.
Form'd, but to assault the Ear;
Yet e'er to their cost they know thee,
Ev'ry Nymph may read thee here.
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