 | The poems (1925) |  |
Song.
[Whene'er to gentle Emma's praise]
Whene'er to gentle Emma's praise
I tune my soft enamour'd lays,
When on the face so dear I prize,
I fondly gaze with love-sick eyes;
“Say, Damon,” cries the smiling fair,
With modest and ingenuous air,
“Tell of this homely frame, the part
To which I owe your vanquish'd heart.”
I tune my soft enamour'd lays,
When on the face so dear I prize,
I fondly gaze with love-sick eyes;
“Say, Damon,” cries the smiling fair,
With modest and ingenuous air,
“Tell of this homely frame, the part
To which I owe your vanquish'd heart.”
In vain my Emma would I tell
By what thy captive Damon fell;
The swain who partial charms can see,
May own—but never lov'd like me!
Won by thy form and fairer mind,
So much my wishes are confin'd,
With lover's eyes so much I see,
Thy very faults are charms to me.
By what thy captive Damon fell;
The swain who partial charms can see,
May own—but never lov'd like me!
Won by thy form and fairer mind,
So much my wishes are confin'd,
With lover's eyes so much I see,
Thy very faults are charms to me.
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