Poems by William Kendall | ||
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VIII. SONG.
Nymphs! with balmy smiles caressing,
Hear the Poet breathe desire:
All his graceful numbers blessing,
Sweetly languish o'er his lyre!
Hear the Poet breathe desire:
All his graceful numbers blessing,
Sweetly languish o'er his lyre!
When the morn of beauty beaming,
Sheds for you her rosy rays;
His soft notes melodious-streaming
Waft to distant climes your praise.
Sheds for you her rosy rays;
His soft notes melodious-streaming
Waft to distant climes your praise.
When your charms in age declining
Lost to love no longer glow,
In his verse immortal shining
All your early graces blow!
Lost to love no longer glow,
In his verse immortal shining
All your early graces blow!
Poems by William Kendall | ||