Mayhap fhe yet will prove the joys Of a domestic country life. Mayhap fhe'll think on thefe lov'd bow'rs, Where, wing'd with joy, the minutes fled; And fwift, unnotic'd, pafs'd the hours Beneath the ivy-mantled fhade. SONG 67. ΑΝΝΑ. SHEPHERDS, I have loft my love, Have you feen my Anna, Never fhall I fee them more, Until her returning, All the joys of life are o'er, From gladness chang'd to mourning : Whither is my charmer flown? Shepherds, tell me whither? Ah! wo for me! perhaps he's gone, For ever and for ever. SONG 68. LOVE's a genlte gen'rous paffion, Source of all fublime delights; Which, with mutual inclination, Two fond hearts in one unites. What are titles, pomp, and riches, Lawless paffion brings vexation: Is a glorious emulation Of the blissful ftate above. SONG 69. The SECRET KISS. AT the filent ev'ning hour, Two fond lovers in a bow'r, Sought their mutual blifs; Tho' her heart was juft relenting, Tho' her eyes feem'd just confenting, Yet, yet fhe fear'd to kiss. Since this fecret fhade he cry'd, When no tell-tale fpy is near us, Celia hearing what he said, Since, the cry'd, no spy is near us, Eye to fee, or ear to hear us, SONG 70. The BORROW'D KISS. SEE I languifh! fee I faint! 1 muft borrow, beg, or steal When fee a foul in want, you And no kind compaffion feel? Give, or lend, or let me take, One fweet kifs; I afk no more: One fweet kiss, for pity's fake! : I'll repay it with a score. Chloe heard, and with a fmile, Kind, compaffionate, and fweet; And for me to give's not meet: Not but I'll be paid again, SONG 71. The RAPTURE. WHILST on thy dear bofom lying, Celia, who can speak thy blifs; When the rapture I'm enjoying, When thy balmy lips I kifs! Ev'ry look with love infpires me, Ev'ry touch my bofom warms; Ev'ry melting murmur fires me, Thofe dear eyes how foft they languish, Feel my heart with tranfport beat; Pleasure turns almost to anguish, When the transport is fo fweet : Think not fo divinely on me, Celia, I die with blifs; Yet, yet turn thefe eyes upon me! ON a SONG 72. The STOLEN KISS. Na moffy bank reclin'd, Beauteous Chloe lay repofing: O'er her breaft each am'rous wind Wanton play'd its fweets difclofing: Tempted with the fmiling charms, Colin, happy fwain drew nigh her, Softly fole into her arms, Laid his fcrip and sheep hook by her. O'er her downy panting breaft, His delighted fingers roving; To her lips his lips he preft, Pleas'd, yet frowned to conceal it ; Why then, Colin, wou'd you fteal it! |