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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THE CHARMS OF MISS COX.
Apollo, come leave off your chanting,
'Mongst Vallies, and Rivers, and Rocks:
Your Influence, here, is more wanting,
To celebrate charming Miss Cox.
'Mongst Vallies, and Rivers, and Rocks:
Your Influence, here, is more wanting,
To celebrate charming Miss Cox.
Arcadia's sweet Plains were she rear'd on,
A Shepherdess, tending her Flocks,
Philoclea had never been heard on;
But Sidney had sung of Miss Cox.
A Shepherdess, tending her Flocks,
Philoclea had never been heard on;
But Sidney had sung of Miss Cox.
The Ills (if old Stories we credit)
Pandora let fly from her Box,
Are not to be half so much dreaded,
As looking on lovely Miss Cox.
Pandora let fly from her Box,
Are not to be half so much dreaded,
As looking on lovely Miss Cox.
The Huntsman will venture a Fall, Sir,
In chasing a Hare, or a Fox;
But who would not risque Neck, and all, Sir,
In View of the beauteous Miss Cox?
In chasing a Hare, or a Fox;
But who would not risque Neck, and all, Sir,
In View of the beauteous Miss Cox?
The Hero, to grasp at a Laurel,
Will tell you, at Danger he mocks;
But, who for vain Honour would quarrel,
Enjoying the Smiles of Miss Cox?
Will tell you, at Danger he mocks;
But, who for vain Honour would quarrel,
Enjoying the Smiles of Miss Cox?
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The Sailor, in Search after Treasure,
Meets Billows, and Buffets, and Knocks,
But, who 'd not bear more, for the Pleasure
Of gazing at blooming Miss Cox?
Meets Billows, and Buffets, and Knocks,
But, who 'd not bear more, for the Pleasure
Of gazing at blooming Miss Cox?
The Dotard, depending on Crutches,
The Infant, in Bibs, and in Frocks,
Would wish to be both in her Clutches;
So tender, and gentle, Miss Cox.
The Infant, in Bibs, and in Frocks,
Would wish to be both in her Clutches;
So tender, and gentle, Miss Cox.
The Wretch, for a petty Transgression,
Will brave both the Jail, and the Stocks;
Were Death to attend the Possession,
I'd die, to possess the fair Cox.
Will brave both the Jail, and the Stocks;
Were Death to attend the Possession,
I'd die, to possess the fair Cox.
That Love, which we know is ideal,
Of Heroes, in Buskins, and Socks,
Would soon, to their Cost, become real,
Saw they, with my Eyes, the bright Cox.
Of Heroes, in Buskins, and Socks,
Would soon, to their Cost, become real,
Saw they, with my Eyes, the bright Cox.
The Stoic, with Heart like a Stone, Sir,
No Storm of this Life ever shocks;
Yet, knew he my Sufferings, he 'd own, Sir,
There's Pain in the Frowns of Miss Cox.
No Storm of this Life ever shocks;
Yet, knew he my Sufferings, he 'd own, Sir,
There's Pain in the Frowns of Miss Cox.
With her, I could dwell in a Cottage,
Or Dairy, 'mongst Piggins, and Crocks,
And give up my Manhood to Dotage;
So strong are the Charms of Miss Cox.
Or Dairy, 'mongst Piggins, and Crocks,
And give up my Manhood to Dotage;
So strong are the Charms of Miss Cox.
Time passes so quick, when she's present,
I heed neither Watches, nor Clocks;
Time, surely, was never so pleasant,
As spent in the Sunshine of Cox.
I heed neither Watches, nor Clocks;
Time, surely, was never so pleasant,
As spent in the Sunshine of Cox.
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What Eyes are like those of my Charmer,
Excelling Sphynx, Eagle, or Ox!
None should, without magical Armour,
Encounter the Eyes of Miss Cox.
Excelling Sphynx, Eagle, or Ox!
None should, without magical Armour,
Encounter the Eyes of Miss Cox.
The Wines of most exquisite Savour,
Capes, Burgundies, Clarets, and Hocks,
Fall short of the delicate Flavour
That flows from the Lips of Miss Cox.
Capes, Burgundies, Clarets, and Hocks,
Fall short of the delicate Flavour
That flows from the Lips of Miss Cox.
She's pretty beyond all Description;
For this I've the Populi Vox!
And with her I 'd live in Proscription;
'Tis Freedom to live with Miss Cox.
For this I've the Populi Vox!
And with her I 'd live in Proscription;
'Tis Freedom to live with Miss Cox.
Æneas, of Dido grown weary,
Slipp'd Cable, and bore from her Docks;
But, ever stout, buxom, and airy,
Like me, he'd have moor'd with Miss Cox.
Slipp'd Cable, and bore from her Docks;
But, ever stout, buxom, and airy,
Like me, he'd have moor'd with Miss Cox.
Court Lady, nor Countess, nor Duchess,
Full-dress'd, or reduc'd to their Smocks,
Could never attract me so much as
The lively, the gamesome Miss Cox.
Full-dress'd, or reduc'd to their Smocks,
Could never attract me so much as
The lively, the gamesome Miss Cox.
As, once, in the Month of September,
I cross'd o'er the Line Equinox,
Though well I was duck'd, I remember,
I warm'd at the Thoughts of Miss Cox.
I cross'd o'er the Line Equinox,
Though well I was duck'd, I remember,
I warm'd at the Thoughts of Miss Cox.
The Commons, and Lords of the Nation,
Were startled by sly Guido Faux,
But quick would have been the 'Flagration,
The Powder if eye'd by Miss Cox.
Were startled by sly Guido Faux,
But quick would have been the 'Flagration,
The Powder if eye'd by Miss Cox.
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Who sees her, and does not admire her,
Is duller than Buzzards, or Blocks;
Love sharpens his Darts at the Fire, Sir,
He lights in the Eyes of Miss Cox.
Is duller than Buzzards, or Blocks;
Love sharpens his Darts at the Fire, Sir,
He lights in the Eyes of Miss Cox.
Prometheus stole Fire out of Heaven;
For which he was torn by the Rocs;
But Fire more effectual he 'd given,
In stealing the Blaze from Miss Cox.
For which he was torn by the Rocs;
But Fire more effectual he 'd given,
In stealing the Blaze from Miss Cox.
What burning, and toasting, and frying,
We read of in Martyrdom Fox;
But, now, Half the World are a dying,
Inflam'd by the Charms of Miss Cox.
We read of in Martyrdom Fox;
But, now, Half the World are a dying,
Inflam'd by the Charms of Miss Cox.
She warms, and she cools, as she pleases;
Which seems a most strange Paradox;
Her Beauty most ardently blazes;
Yet froze is the Heart of Miss Cox.
Which seems a most strange Paradox;
Her Beauty most ardently blazes;
Yet froze is the Heart of Miss Cox.
When coldly my Love I find treated,
I call upon Age, and Small-pox,
Those Foes, by all Beauties so hated,
T'avenge me on cruel Miss Cox.
I call upon Age, and Small-pox,
Those Foes, by all Beauties so hated,
T'avenge me on cruel Miss Cox.
I deal not in Lottery Tickets,
Nor yet the dull Funds of the Stocks;
My Heart is always blithe as a Cricket's;
My Omnium's the dainty Miss Cox.
Nor yet the dull Funds of the Stocks;
My Heart is always blithe as a Cricket's;
My Omnium's the dainty Miss Cox.
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How long one poor Word has been hunted,
Much closer than Beavers, or Brocks!
Nor wish I my Rhyme to be stunted,
No more than my Love to Miss Cox.
Much closer than Beavers, or Brocks!
Nor wish I my Rhyme to be stunted,
No more than my Love to Miss Cox.
The largest, and most ravenous of all the feathered Race; mentioned in the Arabian Tales, &c. being, as many crafty modern Criticks sagaciously maintain, that identical Species of Vulture, which, the Antients tell us, fed on Prometheus's Liver, destined by Jupiter to a perpetual Growth, in Punishment of his sacrilegious Offence.
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