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 BIRD OF PARADISE.
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THE BIRD OF PARADISE.
A BALLAD.
While hungry Bards, from Garret high,
To Myra's Cheek, or Stella's Eye,
Their amorous Sonnets pen;
Unpractis'd in the Arts of Verse,
In simple Strain let me rehearse
The Praise of Molly Henn.
To Myra's Cheek, or Stella's Eye,
Their amorous Sonnets pen;
Unpractis'd in the Arts of Verse,
In simple Strain let me rehearse
The Praise of Molly Henn.
It was, alas! the first of May
(I never shall forget the Day)
I saw her first; and, then,
Such modest Worth, such winning Ease—
I could do nothing else but gaze
On lovely Molly Henn.
(I never shall forget the Day)
I saw her first; and, then,
Such modest Worth, such winning Ease—
I could do nothing else but gaze
On lovely Molly Henn.
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Whiter her Skin than Mountain Snow;
Her Eyes are black as any Sloe;
Her Lips are red—but when,
O when she opes those Lips to speak,
The Smile of Hebe's dimpled Cheek
Is seen in Molly Henn!
Her Eyes are black as any Sloe;
Her Lips are red—but when,
O when she opes those Lips to speak,
The Smile of Hebe's dimpled Cheek
Is seen in Molly Henn!
An hundred Times I vow'd, I swore
An hundred Oaths, I'm sure, and more,
And I would swear again,
That, should I live to Nestor's Age,
No Charms should e'er my Heart engage,
But those of Molly Henn.
An hundred Oaths, I'm sure, and more,
And I would swear again,
That, should I live to Nestor's Age,
No Charms should e'er my Heart engage,
But those of Molly Henn.
To prove the Truth of what I say,
If any one should doubt, I'll lay
An hundred Pounds to ten,
In none of all the Sex he'll find
A fairer Face, or better Mind,
Than those of Molly Henn
If any one should doubt, I'll lay
An hundred Pounds to ten,
In none of all the Sex he'll find
A fairer Face, or better Mind,
Than those of Molly Henn
Nay more, though some may think I lie,
I'll swear (and let who will deny,
Poor, unbelieving Men!)
An Eden blooms where e'er she treads,
And Paradise its Fragrance sheds
Round lovely Molly Henn.
I'll swear (and let who will deny,
Poor, unbelieving Men!)
An Eden blooms where e'er she treads,
And Paradise its Fragrance sheds
Round lovely Molly Henn.
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