SONG 73. The IMAGINARY KISS. WHEN Fanny I faw, as fhe trip'd o'er the green, Fair, blooming, foft, artlefs, and kind; Fond love in her eyes, wit and sense her mein, Ye gods! what luxuriance of beauty! I cry,. Whilft thus in idea my paffion I fed, Soft tranfports my fenfes invade; Young Damon ftep'd up, with the fubftance he fled, And left me to kifs but the fhade. SONG 74. The FEAST. POLLY, when your lips you join, Lovely pouting lips to mine; To the bee the flow'ry field, Not the dewy morning rofe Kifs me, then, with rapture kifs We'll furpass the gods in blifs ; SONG 75 The MEETING KISS. LET me fly into thy arms, Let me clafp thy lovely waift, Throw thy arms around my neck, Thus embracing, and embrac'd, Nothing fhall our raptures check. ; Hearts with mutual pleasure glowing, Eyes with fears of gladness flowing; Eyes and lips, and hearts, shall show, Th' excess of joy that meeting lovers know. The excefs of joy, &c. SONG 76. The RECONCILING KISS. WHY that fadnefs on thy brow? Why that starting chryftal tear? Dearest Polly let me know, For thy grief I cannot bear. Polly with a figh reply'd, What needs I the cause impart ; Did not you this moment chide? And you know it breaks my heart. Colin, melting as she spoke, I'd no anger in my thought; 4 As when fudden ftormy rain. All the face of Nature fmiles. By her Colin's kind embrace, Her declining head up rear'd, Sweetly fmiling in his face. SONG 77. WITH an honest old friend, and a merry old fong, I envy no mortal, tho' ever fo great, Then dare to be gen'rous, dauntless and gay, Let's merrily pafs life's remainder away; Upheld by our friends, we our foes may defpife, For the more we are envy'd, the higher we rife. SONG 78. WHEN fairies dance round on the grafs, And revel to night's awful noon : O fay, will you meet me, fweet lass, The nightingale perch'd on a thorn, Then charms all the plains with her tune, And glad of the absence of morn, Salutes the bright light of the moon, How fweet is the jeffamin grove ! And sweet are the rofes of June, But fweeter the language of love, Too flow rolls the chariot of day, Give place to the light of the moon. The lafs whom you conquer'd fo foon ; The planets fhall ftart from their fpheres |