The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] ... With a Copious Index. To which is prefixed Some Account of his Life. In Four Volumes |
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TO HELEN IN TOWN. |
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TO HELEN IN TOWN.
Sweet Helen! the dews of the morn
Our steps to the valley invite;
The linnet, the thrush on the thorn,
Are preparing to yield thee delight.
Our steps to the valley invite;
The linnet, the thrush on the thorn,
Are preparing to yield thee delight.
Then haste from the town and its noise,
Health is ready to yield thee her treasure;
Then from tumult repair to our joys,
To the region of silence and pleasure.
Health is ready to yield thee her treasure;
Then from tumult repair to our joys,
To the region of silence and pleasure.
From our cots we will wander away,
And find out the haunt of the dove,
Where he coos to his mate on the spray,
And study sweet lessons of love.
And find out the haunt of the dove,
Where he coos to his mate on the spray,
And study sweet lessons of love.
O! then we will stray to the bow'r,
Where I'll gaze on thy beautiful features;
Thy kisses of fragrance devour,
And coo like those innocent creatures.
Where I'll gaze on thy beautiful features;
Thy kisses of fragrance devour,
And coo like those innocent creatures.
Ah! I fear me, I ask her in vain,
The town will detain the dear maid,
The tongues of the beaux in her train
Are rivals to stillness and shade.
The town will detain the dear maid,
The tongues of the beaux in her train
Are rivals to stillness and shade.
Yet, what folly to think one so fair,
Would bless with her smile a poor swain,
Be sooth'd, and be won by his pray'r,
Who can rivet a world in her chain!
Would bless with her smile a poor swain,
Be sooth'd, and be won by his pray'r,
Who can rivet a world in her chain!
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