SONG to CLOE, playing on her Spinet. Mary Leapor 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. T127827 p. 413 K101776.000 Leapor, Mrs. (Mary), 1722-1746. Poems upon several occasions: By Mrs. Leapor of Brackley in Northamptonshire. London printed: and sold by J. Roberts 1748 pp. 120-122. 15,[5],282p. ; 8⁰.

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SONG to CLOE , playing on her Spinet . WHEN Cloe strikes the trembling Strings , Applauding Cupids round her fly ; Exulting clap their little Wings Bask'd in the Sun-shine of her Eye . The Graces too , As others do , In Raptures stand to hear , Time stays his flagging Wings , and adds , One Hour to the rolling Year : Keep off , ye Beaus , For who but knows That Cloe's Eyes can wound ? If those you miss — yet pray avoid The Danger of enchanting Sound . Amphion led the ravish'd Stones ( They say ) — and as he'd rise or fall , Bricks , Pebbles , Slats , and Marrow-Bones Wou'd form a Steeple or a Wall : But this , you know , Is long ago : We fancy 'tis a Whim : O had they charming Cloe heard , They'd surely not have stir'd for him . The Thracian Bard , Whose Fate was hard , ( And Proserpine severe ) Had brought Eurydice back — alas ! But Cloe was not there .