On Miss * * * *. ODE X. Christopher Smart Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T42626 K041581.000 Smart, Christopher, 1722-1771. Poems on several occasions: By Christopher Smart, A. M. Fellow of Pembroke-Hall, Cambridge. London printed for the author, by W. Strahan; and sold by J. Newbery, at the Bible and Sun, in St. Paul’s Church-Yard, MDCCLII. 1752 pp. 25-26. [16],230p.,plates; 4⁰.

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On Miss * * * * . ODE X. I. LONG , with undistinguish'd flame , I lov'd each fair , each witty dame , My heart the belle-assembly gain'd , And all an equal sway maintain'd . II . But when you came , you stood confess'd Sole sultana of my breast ; For you eclips'd , supremely fair , All the whole seraglio there . III . In this her mien , in that her grace , In a third I lov'd a face ; But you in ev'ry feature shine Universally divine . IV . What can those tumid paps excel , Do they sink , or do they swell ? While those lovely wanton eyes Sparkling meet them , as they rise . V. Thus is silver Cynthia seen , Glistening o'er the glassy green . While attracted swell the waves , Emerging from their inmost caves . VI . When to sweet sounds your steps you suit , And weave the minuet to the lute , Heav'ns ! how you glide ! — her neck — her chest — Does she move , or does she rest ? VII . As those roguish eyes advance , Let me catch their side-long glance , Soon — or they'll elude my sight , Quick as light'ning , and as bright . VIII . Thus the bashful Pleiad cheats The gazer's eye , and still retreats , Then peeps agen — then skulks unseen , Veil'd behind the azure skreen . IX . Like the ever-toying dove , Smile immensity of love ; Be Venus in each outward part , And wear the vestal in your heart . X. When I ask a kiss , or so — Grant it with a begging no , And let each rose that decks your face Blush assent to my embrace .