Poems, on sacred and other subjects and songs, humorous and sentimental: By the late William Watt. Third edition of the songs only--with additional songs |
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LOVE TRIUMPHANT. |
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LOVE TRIUMPHANT.
A lovely young lady once dwelt in Argyle Street,
Surpassing, for charms and accomplishments rare;
Her equal you'd scarce in some thousands of miles meet;
Love shot from her eyes, and he play'd round her hair.
All her dress was so gracefully antic;
Angelic her look, but her fancy romantic;
The beaux of the city, about her grown frantic,
Were sighing and dying 'twixt hope and despair.
Surpassing, for charms and accomplishments rare;
Her equal you'd scarce in some thousands of miles meet;
Love shot from her eyes, and he play'd round her hair.
All her dress was so gracefully antic;
Angelic her look, but her fancy romantic;
The beaux of the city, about her grown frantic,
Were sighing and dying 'twixt hope and despair.
She held them in thrall, and capriciously teased them,
Yet ne'er durst a frown on her features be seen;
Intendedly vex'd, and immediately pleased them;
A coquette of skill was this fair nymph, I ween.
Thus did she drag them on in love's fetters,
All proud to be counted her most humble debtors;
But gay wealthy merchants, and deep men of letters,
Were foil'd by one glance of young Captain M'Queen.
Yet ne'er durst a frown on her features be seen;
Intendedly vex'd, and immediately pleased them;
A coquette of skill was this fair nymph, I ween.
Thus did she drag them on in love's fetters,
All proud to be counted her most humble debtors;
But gay wealthy merchants, and deep men of letters,
Were foil'd by one glance of young Captain M'Queen.
When first she beheld this bewitching young officer,
He was a-drilling his troop on the Green;
Sweet rapture's sigh rose when she saw he did notice her;
Love seem'd far brighter to gild the gay scene.
Through all her flirting and promenading,
Her jaunting, and flaunting, and splendid parading,
At concerts, assemblies, and gay masquerading,
She still was escorted by Captain M'Queen.
He was a-drilling his troop on the Green;
Sweet rapture's sigh rose when she saw he did notice her;
Love seem'd far brighter to gild the gay scene.
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Her jaunting, and flaunting, and splendid parading,
At concerts, assemblies, and gay masquerading,
She still was escorted by Captain M'Queen.
Now all her fond lovers, entirely forsaken,
In pitiful plight, thought of cures for their spleen;
Their jealousy fled, but revenge did awaken
Each low passion's aid, the affront now to screen.
Hope's latest gleam some still fondly did flatter,
But all was delusion; nought could mend the matter;
Some plann'd their last exit by hemp or by water,
While some thought of pistolling Captain M'Queen.
In pitiful plight, thought of cures for their spleen;
Their jealousy fled, but revenge did awaken
Each low passion's aid, the affront now to screen.
Hope's latest gleam some still fondly did flatter,
But all was delusion; nought could mend the matter;
Some plann'd their last exit by hemp or by water,
While some thought of pistolling Captain M'Queen.
Her father did threaten, her mother did scold her,
(Though sympathy's sigh would ofttimes intervene,)
To wreck all her hopes of the gaudy young soldier,
Though e'er so alluring his rank and his mein.
Thus was she toss'd on despair's surging billow;
All sadly she droop'd, like the lone weeping willow;
She sigh'd all day long, and by night, round her pillow,
Still hover'd the vision of Captain M'Queen.
(Though sympathy's sigh would ofttimes intervene,)
To wreck all her hopes of the gaudy young soldier,
Though e'er so alluring his rank and his mein.
Thus was she toss'd on despair's surging billow;
All sadly she droop'd, like the lone weeping willow;
She sigh'd all day long, and by night, round her pillow,
Still hover'd the vision of Captain M'Queen.
At last came the rout, and, by six in the morning,
The regiment adieu bade to Clyde's banks so green;
This love-sick young lady, all counsel now scorning,
Resolved fate to follow, whate'er lay between.
To share her love's lot, she was fairly resign'd now;
With parents and lovers she care left behind now;
The door was fast lock'd, but she dropp'd from the window,
And straightway was wedded to Captain M'Queen.
The regiment adieu bade to Clyde's banks so green;
This love-sick young lady, all counsel now scorning,
Resolved fate to follow, whate'er lay between.
To share her love's lot, she was fairly resign'd now;
With parents and lovers she care left behind now;
The door was fast lock'd, but she dropp'd from the window,
And straightway was wedded to Captain M'Queen.
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