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TO GEORGINA,
ON HER BIRTH-DAY.
Nor Love's complaint, nor Passion's prayer,
Nor Harp that's strung with Cupid's hair
Salutes thine ear, and bids the air
Spread round thy charms and worth:
'Tis Friendship, pure, serene, and mild,
Esteem's and Admiration's child,
Whose voice now hails the morn, which smiled
On fair Georgina's birth.
Nor Harp that's strung with Cupid's hair
Salutes thine ear, and bids the air
Spread round thy charms and worth:
'Tis Friendship, pure, serene, and mild,
Esteem's and Admiration's child,
Whose voice now hails the morn, which smiled
On fair Georgina's birth.
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But gentle Sylphids, to her ear
More tender should my strains appear,
Than Friend should use, or Friend should hear,
While thus my lyre I strike,
Tell her, when poured in Beauty's praise
Nature so soft makes Friendship's lays,
Though 'tis not Love each line pourtrays,
'Tis something very like.
More tender should my strains appear,
Than Friend should use, or Friend should hear,
While thus my lyre I strike,
Tell her, when poured in Beauty's praise
Nature so soft makes Friendship's lays,
Though 'tis not Love each line pourtrays,
'Tis something very like.
When manly worth claims Friendship's song,
His brazen Harp, firm, clear, and strong,
He strikes, and roves those chords among
Which sense and honour suit:
But when he sings for woman's sake,
More melting tones He joys to make,
And strives with gentlest touch to wake
Affection's silver Lute.
His brazen Harp, firm, clear, and strong,
He strikes, and roves those chords among
Which sense and honour suit:
But when he sings for woman's sake,
More melting tones He joys to make,
And strives with gentlest touch to wake
Affection's silver Lute.
Georgina, I'll not call thee fair,
Nor praise thy radiant eyes, nor swear,
That Beauty's crown with splendour rare
Shines glorious round thy brows;
For why should I misuse my time,
[On stilts poetic raised sublime]
To tell the world in maudlin rhyme,
What all the world allows.
Nor praise thy radiant eyes, nor swear,
That Beauty's crown with splendour rare
Shines glorious round thy brows;
For why should I misuse my time,
[On stilts poetic raised sublime]
To tell the world in maudlin rhyme,
What all the world allows.
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I will not wish, no time nor change
From thee thy Friends may e'er estrange;
For sure no heart can ever range,
The worth of thine which knows:
I will not wish, thy form divine
By each fresh year improved may shine;
For sure to add new charms to thine
Would be to scent a rose .
From thee thy Friends may e'er estrange;
For sure no heart can ever range,
The worth of thine which knows:
I will not wish, thy form divine
By each fresh year improved may shine;
For sure to add new charms to thine
Would be to scent a rose .
I'll rather wish [and could'st thou see
My heart, thou would'st perforce agree,
No mortal Wight, who-e'er He be,
Could breathe a kinder vow]
I'll wish [with all that Heaven's best will
Can give of good two lines to fill]
—“May Heaven, sweet Girl, preserve thee still,
“Just what I think thee now!”—
My heart, thou would'st perforce agree,
No mortal Wight, who-e'er He be,
Could breathe a kinder vow]
I'll wish [with all that Heaven's best will
Can give of good two lines to fill]
—“May Heaven, sweet Girl, preserve thee still,
“Just what I think thee now!”—
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