Resembles life, And watch them revealing
But she looks on with careless eyes.I lick her soles, and kiss her shoes,
On all around their beauteous radiance cast,
My cousin is a prudent wight,
Thus was it, thus is it to-day.
Sweetheart caught I
I carry my store.
Here no minstrel shall be found,Who all sighs and groans of anguish,
1798.-----THE MAID OF THE MILL'S REPENTANCE.
As if with pleasure gleam'd each well-known star,
"Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there?My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly careMy daughters by night their glad festival keep,They'll dance thee, and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep."
E'er cross'd the dear child's thoughts.I see 'tis but the ev'ning breeze
But their wonder soon see cause to smother;