 And be that softness, love. Cease, plaintive sounds, your task is done, That anxious tender air Proves o'er her heart the conquest won, I see you melting there. Return, ye smiles, return again, Return each sprightly grace, I yield up to your charming...  The Poems and Songs of William Hamilton of Bangour; Collated with the MS ... - Page 35by William Hamilton (Poet, of Bangour.), James Paterson - 1850 - 192 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Songs, Scots - 1714 - 430 pages
...the conqueft won, I fee you melting there. Return, ye fniiles, return again, Return each fprightly grace, I yield up to your charming reign, All that enchanting face. I take no outward fticw amifs, Rove where they will her eyes, Still let her fmiles each fhepherd blefs, So Ihe but hear... | |
 | William Hamilton - English poetry - 1760 - 290 pages
...heart the conqueft won, I fee you melting there. Return ye finlles, return again, Return each fprightly grace, I yield up to your charming reign, All that enchanting face. I take no outward fhew amifs, Rove where they will, her eyes, Still let her finiles each fhepherd blels, Sc fhe but hear... | |
 | Robert Anderson - English poetry - 1795 - 972 pages
...heart the conqueft won, I fee you melting there. Return ye fmiles, return again, Return each fprightly grace; I yield up to your charming reign, All that enchanting face. I take no outward (how atnifa, Rove where they will her eyes. Still let her fmiles each fhepherd blefi, So ill'1 but... | |
 | William Hamilton, Thomas Park - 1805 - 144 pages
...Yes, plaintive sounds, she now is yours, 'Tis now your time to move ; Essay to soften all her powers, And be that softness, love. Cease, plaintive sounds,...will, her eyes, Still let her smiles each shepherd blest, So she but hear my sighs. Yoo ask me, charming fair, Why thus I pensive go, From whence proceeds... | |
 | William Hamilton, Thomas Park - 1808 - 272 pages
...Yes, plaintive sonnds, she now is yours, "Tis BOW your time to move; Essay to soften all her powers, And be that softness, love. Cease, plaintive sounds,...shew amiss, Rove where they will, her eyes, Still let ner smiles each shepherd bless, So she but hear my sighs. \ov ask me, charming fair, Why thus I pensive... | |
 | John Aikin - Ballads, English - 1810 - 386 pages
...Yes, plaintive sounds ! she now is yours, "Tis now your time to move ; Essay to soften all her powers, And be that softness, love. Cease, plaintive sounds...enchanting face. I take no outward shew amiss, Rove where you will, her eyes ; Still let her smiles each shepherd bless, So she but hear my sighs. W HEN charming... | |
 | John Aikin - Ballads, English - 1810 - 414 pages
...plaintive sounds ! she now is yours, Tis. now your time to move ; .Essay to soften all her powers, And be that softness, love. . ' Cease, plaintive sounds...sprightly grace ; I yield up to your charming reign AH that enchanting face. I take no outward shew amiss, Rove where you will, her eyes ; Still let her... | |
 | John Aikin - Ballads, English - 1810 - 330 pages
...Yes, plaintive sounds ! she now is yours, 'Tis now your time to move ; Essay to soften all her powers, And be that softness, love. Cease, plaintive sounds...each sprightly grace ; I yield up to your charming reiga All that enchanting face. I take no outward show amiss, Rove where you will, her eyes ; Still... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - English poetry - 1810 - 682 pages
...Yes, plaintive sounds, she now is yours, 'Tis now your time to move ; Essay to soften all her powers, And be that softness, love. Cease, plaintive sounds,...anxious tender air Proves o'er her heart the conquest woo, I see you melting there. Return, ye smiles, return again, Return each sprightly grace, I yield... | |
 | British poets - Classical poetry - 1822 - 260 pages
...Yes, plaintive sounds, she now is yours, Tis now your time to move ; Essay to soften all her powers, And be that softness, love. Cease, plaintive sounds,...sprightly grace ; I yield up to your charming reign, AH that enchanting face. I take no outward show amiss, Rove where they will, her eyes, Still let her... | |
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