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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T124631 1073 K099398.000 Mendez, Moses. A collection of the most esteemed pieces of poetry: that have appeared for several years. With variety of originals, by the late Moses Mendez, Esq; and other contributors to Dodsley's collection. To which this is intended as a supplement. London printed for Richardson and Urquhart 1767 pp. 183-184. [8],320p. ; 8⁰.

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SONG . SWEET are the banks , when Spring perfumes The verdant plants , and laughing flowers , Fragrant the violet , as it blooms , And sweet the blossoms after showers . Sweet is the soft , the sunny breeze , That fans the golden orange-grove ; But oh ! how sweeter far than these The kisses are of her I love . Ye roses ! blushing in your beds , That with your odours scent the air ; Ye lillies chaste ! with silver heads As my Cleora's bosom fair : No more I court your balmy sweets ; For I , and I alone , can prove , How sweeter , when each other meets , The kisses are of her I love . Her tempting eyes my gaze inclin'd , Their pleasing lesson first I caught ; Her sense , her friendship next confin'd The willing pupil she had taught . Should fortune , stooping from her sky , Conduct me to her bright alcove ; Yet , like the turtle , I should die , Denied the kiss of her love .