Combe, William, 1742-1823 / 2008-11-16 00:00:00
Upon the Altar's gilded surface lie,
With winning grace, and sweet simplicity;
The gay, yet decent, look; the modest air,
Which loves the brow of Youth, and triumphs there;
The power to give delight, devoid of art,
Which stole unconscious o'er the Lover's heart;
The wish to bless, with all those Virgin charms
Which heighten'd rapture in a Husband's arms;
Each infant friendship, each domestic care,
Each elevated thought was offer'd there.
Nor did the _lavish Votary_ deny
One solid charm,--but chilling Chastity.
Enraptur'd FOLLY bless'd the lucky hour
That gave so fair a subject to her power.
Nor did the long delay, with circling hand,
To wave around the Fair her magic wand.
When, lo!--the sudden Plumes her temples grac'd;
The yielding Stays sink downwards to the waist;
And, strange to tell, her rosy lips dispense
_Double-entendres_ and Impertinence.
Throughout the Hall a loud applause was heard,
Nor ceas'd till D----'s airy form appear'd.
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