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 ALLIANCE.
INSCRIBED TO MISS ELIZA GORDON.
As t'other Day fair Chloe stray'd
Among some Trees of fragrant Roses,
The laughing Boy perceiv'd the Maid;
The Boy, who of our Fate disposes:
For 'midst the Bushes then he lay,
Arm'd with a Quiver full of Arrows;
Which, in wanton childish Play,
He idly shot at perching Sparrows.
Among some Trees of fragrant Roses,
The laughing Boy perceiv'd the Maid;
The Boy, who of our Fate disposes:
For 'midst the Bushes then he lay,
Arm'd with a Quiver full of Arrows;
Which, in wanton childish Play,
He idly shot at perching Sparrows.
Soon as he saw the blooming Fair,
He chose the sharpest Arrow in it;
Resolv'd to ease his Mother's Care,
And kill her Rival in a Minute.
Awhile he bent his Bow, awhile
He aim'd his Arrow, not to miss her:
But Chloe, turning with a Smile,
Beckon'd the Child to come and kiss her.
He chose the sharpest Arrow in it;
Resolv'd to ease his Mother's Care,
And kill her Rival in a Minute.
Awhile he bent his Bow, awhile
He aim'd his Arrow, not to miss her:
But Chloe, turning with a Smile,
Beckon'd the Child to come and kiss her.
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Around her Neck the Urchin flew,
Dissolv'd in Pleasure, lost in Blisses;
Fondly reaping, as they grew,
Melting, poignant, luscious Kisses:
'Till, mad with Extacy, he swore,
He'd harmless prove to her for ever;
Nor, from that Time, molest her more
With Arrow, Bow, or Dart, or Quiver.
Dissolv'd in Pleasure, lost in Blisses;
Fondly reaping, as they grew,
Melting, poignant, luscious Kisses:
'Till, mad with Extacy, he swore,
He'd harmless prove to her for ever;
Nor, from that Time, molest her more
With Arrow, Bow, or Dart, or Quiver.
Then, cease to wonder, hopeless Swains,
Why charming Chloe's Heart discovers
No tender Wish to ease the Pains
Of her desponding dying Lovers;
Or, why such Fragrance from her Lips
Distills, in all her balmy Kisses:
'Tis Cupid's Breath the Virgin sips;
And he's averse to all our Wishes.
Why charming Chloe's Heart discovers
No tender Wish to ease the Pains
Of her desponding dying Lovers;
Or, why such Fragrance from her Lips
Distills, in all her balmy Kisses:
'Tis Cupid's Breath the Virgin sips;
And he's averse to all our Wishes.
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