Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . As some fond virgin, whom her mothers careDrags from the town to wholesome country airJust when she learns to roll a melting eye,And hear a spark, yet think no danger nigh ;From the dear man unwilling she must takes one kiss before she parts for ever :Thus from the world fair Zephalinda flew,Saw others happy, and with sighs withdrew ;Not that their pleasures caused her discontent,She sighed not that they stayed, but that she went. She went, to plain
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . As some fond virgin, whom her mothers careDrags from the town to wholesome country airJust when she learns to roll a melting eye,And hear a spark, yet think no danger nigh ;From the dear man unwilling she must takes one kiss before she parts for ever :Thus from the world fair Zephalinda flew,Saw others happy, and with sighs withdrew ;Not that their pleasures caused her discontent,She sighed not that they stayed, but that she went. She went, to plain-work, and to purling brooks,Old-fashioned halls, dull aunts, and croaking rooks :She went from opera, park, assembly, play,To morning walks, and prayers three hours a day ;To part her time twixt reading and muse, and spill her solitary oer cold coffee trifle with the the slow clock, and dine exact at noon :Divert her eyes with pictures in the fire,Hum half a tune, tell stories to the squire ;Up to Jier godly garret after seven,There starve and prav, for thats the wa}- to heaven. 64
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