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On Miss ------ fanning herself.
Panting with heat from Sol's unnerving rays,
A Fan unfurl'd the lovely Nymph displays;
The flutt'ring toy awakes the dormant breeze,
And to her throbbing breast gives cooly ease:
The waving Tucker, wind-impell'd—(Oh Heav'n!
Wou'd to my lot that bliss supreme were given!)
Playfully wanton, now with kisses greets
Those lilly-cover'd Hills of breathing sweets;
Now flowing back to the charm'd gazer shows
A fairer Heav'n than ev'n Elysium knows;
The heaving Mounds alternate fall and rise,
Darting bewitching poison to our eyes;
While Cupid laughing, from his slopy vale,
Pours flaming arrows thick as storms of hail;
Above the Battery of her Stays now peeps,
Flackers his wings—then downward, nestling, creeps
To purling streams, and consecrated groves,
The hallow'd birth-place of his Mother's doves;
Where lies, conceal'd from vulgar eyes, Love's seat,
His Sans Souci, his favourite Retreat.
A Fan unfurl'd the lovely Nymph displays;
The flutt'ring toy awakes the dormant breeze,
And to her throbbing breast gives cooly ease:
The waving Tucker, wind-impell'd—(Oh Heav'n!
Wou'd to my lot that bliss supreme were given!)
Playfully wanton, now with kisses greets
Those lilly-cover'd Hills of breathing sweets;
Now flowing back to the charm'd gazer shows
A fairer Heav'n than ev'n Elysium knows;
The heaving Mounds alternate fall and rise,
Darting bewitching poison to our eyes;
While Cupid laughing, from his slopy vale,
Pours flaming arrows thick as storms of hail;
Above the Battery of her Stays now peeps,
Flackers his wings—then downward, nestling, creeps
To purling streams, and consecrated groves,
The hallow'd birth-place of his Mother's doves;
Where lies, conceal'd from vulgar eyes, Love's seat,
His Sans Souci, his favourite Retreat.
In mercy, heav'nly Maid, our pains redress,
And kindly give us more, or show us less.
And kindly give us more, or show us less.
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