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From the man whom I Love, tho’ my Heart I disguise,
I will freely discribe the Wretch I despise,
And if he has Sense but to ballance a Straw,
He will sure take the Hint from the Picture I draw.
A Wit without Sense, without Fancy a Beau,
Like a Parrot he chatters, and struts like a Crow.
A Peacock in Pride, in Grimace a Baboon,
In Courage a Hind, in conceit a Gascoon.
As a vulture rapacious, in Falsehood a Fox,
Inconstant as Waves, and unfeeling as Rocks,
As a Tyger ferocious, perverse as a Hog,
In Mischief an Ape, and in fawning a Dog.
In a Word to sum all his Talents together,
His Heart is of Lead, and his Brain is of Feather.
Yet if he has Sense but to ballance a Straw,
He will sure take the Hint, from the Picture I draw.
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Come, my fairest learn of me
Learn to give and take the Bliss
Come my love here’s none but we
I’ll instruct thee how to Kiss.
Why turn from me that dear Face?
Why that Blush and down cast Eye.
Come, come meet my fond Embrace,
And the mutual Rapture try.
Throw thy Lovely twining Arms
Round my Neck or round my Waist
And whilist I devour thy Charms
Let me closely be Embrac’d
Then when soft Ideas rise
And the gay Desires grow strong
Let them Sparkle in thy Eyes
Let them murmur from thy Tongue.
To my Breast with Rapture cling
Look with Transport on my Face
Kiss me Press me every thing
To endear the fond Embrace
Every tender Name of Love
In soft Whispers let me hear
And let Speaking Nature prove
Every Extacy Sincere.
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At the Silent Evening Hour
Two fond Lovers in a Bower
Sought sought their mutual Bliss.
Tho’ her Heart was just relenting
Tho’ her Eyes seem’d just Consenting
Yet yet she fear’d to Kiss.
Since this secret Shade he cry’d
Will those rosy Blushes hide
Why why will you resist
When no tell-tale Spy is near us
Eye not sees nor Ear can hear us
Who who would not be Kiss’d.
Coelia hearing what he said
Blushing lifted up her Head
Her Breast soft Wishes fill
Since she cry’d no Spy is near us
Eye not sees nor Ear can hear us
Kiss - Kiss or what you will.
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See I languish See I faint
I must borrow beg or Steal
Can you see a Soul in Want
And no kind Compassion feel
Give or lend or let me take
One sweet Kiss I ask no more
One sweet Kiss for Pitys Sake
I’ll repay it o’er and o’er.
Cloe heard and with a Smile
Kind Compassionate and Sweet
Colin it’s a Sin to Steal
And for me to gives not meet
But I’ll lend a Kiss or twain
To poor Colin in Distress
Not that I’ll be paid again
Colin I mean nothing less.
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Whilst on thy dear Bosom lying
Coelia who can speak my Bliss.
Who the Rapture I’m enjoying
When thy Balmy Lips I Kiss.
Every Look with Love inspires me,
Every Touch my Bosom Warms,
Every Melting Murmur fires me
Every joy is in thy Arms.
Those dear Eyes how Soft they languish
Feel my Heart with Rapture beat
Pleasure turns almost to Anguish
When the Transport is so sweet
Look not so divinely on me
Coelia I shall die with Bliss
Yet, yet turn those Eyes upon me
Who’d not die a death like this.
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The Almond - II. Allegro
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On a Mossy Bank reclin’d
Beauteous Cloe lay reposing
O’er her Breast each am’rous Wind
Wanton play’d its sweets disclosing.
Tempred with the Swelling Charms
Colin happy Swain drew nigh her
Softly Stole in to her Arms
Laid his Scrip and Sheep Hook by her.
O’er her downy panting Breast
His delighted Fingers roving
To her Lips his Lips he prest
In the Extacy of Loving
Cloe, waken’d with his Kiss
Pleas’d yet frowning to Conceal it
Cry’d true Lovers share the Bliss
Why then Colin wou’d you Steal it.
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Cloe by that borrow’d Kiss
I alas am quite undone.
’Twas so Sweet so frought with Bliss
Thousands will not pay that One.
Least the Debt should break your Heart
Roguish Cloe smiling Cries,
Come a Thousand then in part
For the present shall Suffice.
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One kind Kiss before we Part
Drop a Tear and bid adiew
Tho we Sever my fond Heart
Till we meet shall pant for You.
Yet yet Weep not so my Love
Let me Kiss that falling Tear
Tho’ my Body must remove
All my soul will still be here.
All my Soul and all my Heart
And every Wish shall pant for you
One kind Kiss then ere we part
Drop a Tear and bid Adiew.
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Would you obtain the gentle fair,
Assume a French fantastic air;
Oft when the gen’rous Briton fails,
The foppish foreigner prevails.
You must teach her to dance,
As the mode is in France,
And make the best use of your feet;
Cock your hat with a grace,
All be brazen your face,
And dress most affectedly neat.
Then bow down like a beau,
Hop and turn out your toe,
Lead miss by the hand, and leer at her;
Draw your glove with an air,
At your white stockings stare,
And simper, and ogle, and flatter.
Walk the figure of eight,
With your rump stiff and streight,
Then turn her with delicate ease:
Bow again very low,
Your good breeding to show,
And missy you’ll perfectly please.
If these steps you pursue,
You will soon bring her too,
And rifle the child of her charms,
Her poor heart will heave high,
And she’ll languish and sigh,
And caper quite in to your arms.
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Recitativo
As Tink’ring Tom the Streets his Trade did cry,
He saw his lovely Silvia Passing by,
In Dust Cart high advanc’d, The Nymph was plac’d
With the rich Cinders round her lovely Waist,
Tom with uplifted Hands th’occasion blest,
And thus in soothing strains, the Maid addrest.
Aria
Oh Silvia! While you drive your Carts
To pick up Dust you steal our Hearts,
You take our Dust & steal our Hearts,
That mine is gone alas! Is true
& dwells among the Dust with you;
Oh lovely Silvia ease my Pain!
Give me the Heart you stole again,
Give me my Heart out of your Cart,
Give me the Heart you stole again.
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Silvia advanc’d above the Rabble Rout,
Exulting roll’d her sparkling Eyes about,
She heav’d her swelling Breast as black as Sloe,
And look’d disdain on little Folks below,
To Tom she noded as the Cart drew on,
And then resolv’d to speak, She cry’d stop John.
Aria
Shall I who ride above the rest,
Be by a paltry Crowd opprest,
Ambition now my Soul does Fire,
The Youths shall languish & admire;
And ev’ry Girl with anxious Heart,
Shall long to ride in my Dust Cart.
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Polly when you your Lips you join,
Lovely powting Lips to mine,
To the Bee the flow’ry Field,
Such a Banquet does not yield.
Not the dewy morning Rose
So much sweetness does inclose,
Not the Gods such Nectar Sip,
As Collin from thy balmy Lip.
Kiss me then with rapture Kiss.
We’ll surpass the Gods in Bliss.
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Let me fly into thy Arms
Let me Taste again thy Charms,
Kiss me press me to thy Breast
In Rapture not to be exprest.
Let me clasp thy lovely Waist
Throw thy Arms around my Neck
Thus embracing and embrac’d
Nothing shall our Raptures Check.
Hearts with mutual pleasure Glowing,
Lips with Lips together Growing.
Eyes with Tears of Gladness flowing.
Eyes and Lips and Hearts shall show,
Th’Excess of joy that Lovers know.
Th’Excess of joy that Meeting Lovers know.
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When Fanny I saw as she trip’d o’er the Green,
Fair blooming soft Artless and kind.
Fond Love in her Eyes Wit and sense in her Mien,
And Warmness with Modesty join’d,
Transported with sudden Amazement I stood,
Fast riveted down to the Place,
Her delicate Shape easy Motion I view’d,
And wander’d o’er every Grace.
Ye Gods! What Luxuriance of Beauty, I cry,
What Raptures must dwell in her Arms!
On her Lips I could feast, on her Breast I could die,
O Fanny, how sweet are thy Charms!
Whilst thus in Idea my Passion I fed,
Soft Transport my Senses invade,
Young Damon step’d up, with the Substance he fled,
And left me to kiss the dear Shade.
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music from Scotland of the past and the present
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