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Oh, where is the maid that like thee ne'er can cloy,
Whose wit can enliven each dull pause of joy ;
And when the short raptures are all at an end,
From beautiful mistress turn sensible friend ?
In vain do I praise thee, or strive to reveal,
(Too nice for expression,) what only we feel :
In a' that ye do, in each look and each mien,
The graces in waiting adorn you unseen.
When I see you I love you, when hearing adore ;
I wonder and think you a woman no more :
Till, mad wi' admiring, I canna contain,
And, kissing your lips^ you turn woman again.
With thee in my bosom, how can I despair ?
I'll gaze on thy beauties, and look awa care ;
I'll ask thy advice, when with troubles opprest.
Which never displeases, but always is best.
In all that I write I'll thy judgment require ;
Thy wit shall correct what thy charms did inspire.
I'll kiss thee and press thee till youth is all o'er,
And then live in friendship, when passion's no more.*
* This impassioned lyric is said to have been tlie composition of Dr
Alexander Webster, one of the ministers of Edinburgh, who died in 1784.
There is a tradition, that he wrote it in early life, in consequence of a lady
of superior rank, whom he was engaged to woo for another, condescending
to betray a passion for him. He was a young man about the year 1740,
when he was distinguished by his concern in a strange species of religious
madness, which possessed the people of Cambuslang in Lanarkshire, gene-
rally termed " The Cambuslang Wark."
I subjoin a different and less copious version, copied from the Scots Ma-
gazine ifor November, 1747. It is probable that this is the author's first
draught of the song, and that it never was printed in any shape before.
O, how could I venture to love one like thee.
Or thou not despise a poor conquest like me !
On lords thy admirers could look with disdain,
And though I was nothing, yet pity my pain !
You said, when they teased you with nonsense and dress.
When real the passion, the vanity's less ;
You saw through that silence which others despise,
And, while beaux were prating, read love in my eyes.
Oh ! where is the nymph that like thee ne'er can cloy.
Whose wit can enliven the dull pause of joy ;
And, when the sweet transport is all at an end.
From beautiful mistress turn sensible friend !
Oh, where is the maid that like thee ne'er can cloy,
Whose wit can enliven each dull pause of joy ;
And when the short raptures are all at an end,
From beautiful mistress turn sensible friend ?
In vain do I praise thee, or strive to reveal,
(Too nice for expression,) what only we feel :
In a' that ye do, in each look and each mien,
The graces in waiting adorn you unseen.
When I see you I love you, when hearing adore ;
I wonder and think you a woman no more :
Till, mad wi' admiring, I canna contain,
And, kissing your lips^ you turn woman again.
With thee in my bosom, how can I despair ?
I'll gaze on thy beauties, and look awa care ;
I'll ask thy advice, when with troubles opprest.
Which never displeases, but always is best.
In all that I write I'll thy judgment require ;
Thy wit shall correct what thy charms did inspire.
I'll kiss thee and press thee till youth is all o'er,
And then live in friendship, when passion's no more.*
* This impassioned lyric is said to have been tlie composition of Dr
Alexander Webster, one of the ministers of Edinburgh, who died in 1784.
There is a tradition, that he wrote it in early life, in consequence of a lady
of superior rank, whom he was engaged to woo for another, condescending
to betray a passion for him. He was a young man about the year 1740,
when he was distinguished by his concern in a strange species of religious
madness, which possessed the people of Cambuslang in Lanarkshire, gene-
rally termed " The Cambuslang Wark."
I subjoin a different and less copious version, copied from the Scots Ma-
gazine ifor November, 1747. It is probable that this is the author's first
draught of the song, and that it never was printed in any shape before.
O, how could I venture to love one like thee.
Or thou not despise a poor conquest like me !
On lords thy admirers could look with disdain,
And though I was nothing, yet pity my pain !
You said, when they teased you with nonsense and dress.
When real the passion, the vanity's less ;
You saw through that silence which others despise,
And, while beaux were prating, read love in my eyes.
Oh ! where is the nymph that like thee ne'er can cloy.
Whose wit can enliven the dull pause of joy ;
And, when the sweet transport is all at an end.
From beautiful mistress turn sensible friend !
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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