ANSWER THO' I never get possession, Constant courtship may obtain her, At Diana's shrine aloud, By the bow and by the quiver, Thrice she bow'd, and thrice she vow'd Once to love-and that for ever. LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU. CXXXVII SONG OH! forbear to bid me slight her, Could my death itself delight her, Life should leap to leave my heart. Strong, though soft, a lover's chain, Though the tender flame were dying, Blind, I hear I am undone. CXXXVIII A. HILL. MIRA'S SONG SEE those cheeks of beauteous dye, Now the rivers smoother flow, The woodbine twines her odorous charms Round the oak's supporting arms: Lilies paint the dewy ground And ambrosia breathes around. Come, ye gales that fan the spring, 149 Thus sung Mira to her lyre, "Ah! Sappho sweeter sings," I cry, MARY LEAPOR. CXXXIX A SONG WHEN thy beauty appears In its graces and airs, All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky; So strangely you dazzle my eye! But when, without art, Your kind thought you impart, When your love runs in blushes through every vein; heart, Then I know you're a woman again. "There's a passion and pride In our sex," she replied, "And thus, (might I gratify both,) I would do: Still an angel appear to each lover beside, But still be a woman to you." CXL T. PARNELL. THE INDIFFERENT IF from the lustre of the sun, Thus, if at any time, as now, And seemingly forsake her. So I and Laura, t'other day, W. PATTISON. CXLI TO A LADY MAKING LOVE GOOD madam, when ladies are willing, For one who would love out of rule. You should leave us to guess by your blushing, 'Tis our's to write and be pushing, 'Tis your's to affect a disdain. That you're in a terrible taking, By all these sweet oglings I see; Indeed is too mellow for me. LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU. |