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Jonathan Battishill
(1738 - 1801)
Here, my Chloe, charming maid
(A.T.B.)
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Pub. c.1775.
Lyrics: Anacreon (trans. E.G.B. esq.)
Here, my Chloe, charming maid,
Here beneath the genial shade,
Shielded from each ruder wind,
Lovely Chloe, lie reclined.
Lo! for thee the balmy breeze
Gently fans the waving trees;
Streams, that whisper through the grove,
Whisper low the voice of love,
Sweetly bubbling wanton sport,
Where persuasion keeps her court.
Ye who pass th'enamell'd grove,
Thro' the rustling shade to rove,
Sure my bliss your breast must fire!
Can you see and not admire?
Here, my Chloe, charming maid,
Here beneath the genial shade,
Shielded from each ruder wind,
Lovely Chloe, lie reclined.
Lo! for thee the balmy breeze
Gently fans the waving trees;
Streams, that whisper through the grove,
Whisper low the voice of love,
Sweetly bubbling wanton sport,
Where persuasion keeps her court.
Ye who pass th'enamell'd grove,
Thro' the rustling shade to rove,
Sure my bliss your breast must fire!
Can you see and not admire?