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[Blig]h who in Churchills Battles bled | [Blig]h who in Churchills Battles bled | ||
?k a young virgin to his Bed, | [?]k a young virgin to his Bed, | ||
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?er Breasts that gently fall & raise, | [?]er Breasts that gently fall & raise, | ||
[He]r autumn hair, her radiant Eyes | [He]r autumn hair, her radiant Eyes | ||
I envy your espousals: | I envy your espousals: | ||
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? 4th ode of 2d book of Horace
By Lord Townshend address'd to lt Andrews late
?ort of Trinity College Dublin Blush not, dear Andrews, nor disclaim [A] passion for a matchless dame. Who kindles in all hearts a flame
By Beauty's magic force:
But though o're Dollys lovely head [Su]mmers twice ten are scarcely fled [Is] it on account descreet she must refuse of course? [Miltdo]wn, coeval with thy sire [Dur]st a blooming maid aspire [An]d felt or feigned a lovers fire at seventy three or more; [Blig]h who in Churchills Battles bled [?]k a young virgin to his Bed, horrid dreams disturbed his head Though tottering at fourscore.
[In]trepid Lucas lame and old [Be]reft of Eyesight, health and gold [To] a green Girl his passion told and clasp'd the youthful bride; [Then] prithee quiet this face of care [Le]t not your Looks presage despair, [Be] jovial, brisk and debonnaire,
My Life you're not denied!
[N]or think my friend, because I praise [?]er Breasts that gently fall & raise, [He]r autumn hair, her radiant Eyes I envy your espousals:
No Rival passion fires my breast, Long since now amorous pains at rest; Nay more -- to prove what Ive professt I[']ll -- carry your proposals!