Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes |
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[Oh! think not, Helena, of leaving us yet]
Oh! think not, Helena, of leaving us yet,
Though many fair damsels inhabit our Isle,
Alas! there are none who can make us forget
The grace of thy form, and the charm of thy smile.
Though many fair damsels inhabit our Isle,
Alas! there are none who can make us forget
The grace of thy form, and the charm of thy smile.
The toys of the French, if they hither are sent,
Are endeared by the payment of Custom House duties.
Ah! why do not duty and custom prevent
The rash exportation of pure British Beauties?
Are endeared by the payment of Custom House duties.
Ah! why do not duty and custom prevent
The rash exportation of pure British Beauties?
Say is there not one (midst the many who sighed
To solicit your favour) one favourite beau?
And have you to all, who popp'd questions, replied,
With that chilling, unkind monosyllable, no?
To solicit your favour) one favourite beau?
And have you to all, who popp'd questions, replied,
With that chilling, unkind monosyllable, no?
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Your mansion with exquisite swains has been thronged,
With smiles they approach you, in tears they depart,
Indeed, it is said, that a man who belonged
To the Tenth, sighed in vain for a tithe of your heart.
With smiles they approach you, in tears they depart,
Indeed, it is said, that a man who belonged
To the Tenth, sighed in vain for a tithe of your heart.
And are you still happy? could no one be found,
Whose vows full of feeling could teach you to feel?
A girl so expert at inflicting a wound
Should surely be now and then willing to heal.
Whose vows full of feeling could teach you to feel?
A girl so expert at inflicting a wound
Should surely be now and then willing to heal.
Then leave us not; shall a foreigner own
The form we have worshipped as if 'twere divine?
No, no, thou art worthy a Briton alone,
And where is the Briton who would not be thine?
The form we have worshipped as if 'twere divine?
No, no, thou art worthy a Briton alone,
And where is the Briton who would not be thine?
The sordid will come to thee:—yield not to them,
Nor give up thy heart, though they earnestly ask it,
But say to them, “Gentlemen—is it the gem
That you wish to possess, or the dross of the casket?”
Nor give up thy heart, though they earnestly ask it,
But say to them, “Gentlemen—is it the gem
That you wish to possess, or the dross of the casket?”
Their hearts are not rent, no, their wounds would be small
Were it not for your rents that they wish to possess.
They're very sincere, for undoubtedly all
Feel an interest for you they cannot express.
Were it not for your rents that they wish to possess.
They're very sincere, for undoubtedly all
Feel an interest for you they cannot express.
Yet, pretty Helena, you must not evade
All Lovers, disgusted by lovers of pelf;
Go look in thy mirror, and own thou wert made
To be loved with devotion, and loved for thyself.
All Lovers, disgusted by lovers of pelf;
Go look in thy mirror, and own thou wert made
To be loved with devotion, and loved for thyself.
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