The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | ||
RONDEAU.
Whatever fleeting pleasure,
In riches we discover,
Oh they 've a double measure,
Who share it with a lover.
In riches we discover,
Oh they 've a double measure,
Who share it with a lover.
The heart which worships sordid pelf,
True bliss can never prove,
Its wishes centre all in self,
The deadliest foe to love.
Whatever fleeting pleasure, &c.
True bliss can never prove,
Its wishes centre all in self,
The deadliest foe to love.
Whatever fleeting pleasure, &c.
A generous act itself repays,
One beam of joy impart,
And millions of reflected rays
Will light the giver's heart.
Whatever fleeting pleasure, &c.
One beam of joy impart,
And millions of reflected rays
Will light the giver's heart.
Whatever fleeting pleasure, &c.
The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | ||