Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
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Love a Spirit.
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Love a Spirit.
I told
Jacinta t'other Day,
As in a pleasant Bow'r we sate,
Sporting and Chatting Time away,
Of Love, and of I know not what;
As in a pleasant Bow'r we sate,
Sporting and Chatting Time away,
Of Love, and of I know not what;
That Love's a Spirit, some maintain,
From whom (say they) we're seldom free;
He gives us both Delight and Pain,
Yet him we neither touch, nor see.
From whom (say they) we're seldom free;
He gives us both Delight and Pain,
Yet him we neither touch, nor see.
But when I view (said I) your Eyes,
I can perceive he thither skips,
He now about them hov'ring flyes,
And I can feel him on your Lips.
I can perceive he thither skips,
He now about them hov'ring flyes,
And I can feel him on your Lips.
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