Song LXXXIX., pp.340-341.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

MY Goddess Lydia, heavenly fair, 

As lilly sweet, as soft as air, 

Let loose thy tresses, spread thy charms, 

And to my love give fresh alarms. 

– 

O! let me gaze on these bright eyes, 

Tho’ sacred lightning from them flyes; 

Shew me that soft that modest grace, 

Which paints with charming red thy face. 

– 

Give me ambrosia in a kiss, 

That I may rival Jove in bliss, 

That I may mix my soul with thine, 

And make the pleasure all divine. 

– 

O hide! thy bosom’s killing white, 

(The milky way is not so bright) 

Lest you my ravish’d soul oppress, 

With beauty’s pomp, and sweet excess. 

– 

Why draw’st thou from the purple flood 

Of my kind heart the vital blood? 

Thou art all over endless charms; 

O! take me dying to thy arms. 

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