TO A LADY Singing. Charlotte Lennox (née Ramsay) 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. T139692 K110146.000 Lennox, Charlotte, ca. 1729-1804. Poems on Several Occasions. Written by a Young Lady. London printed for, and sold by S. Paterson 1747 pp. 11-12. [8],88p.; 8⁰.

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TO A LADY Singing . STILL sing , bright Maid , nor cease the pleasing Charm , Each Soul subdue , each tender Bosom warm ; Such magick Sweetness to thy Voice is giv'n , We hear a Seraph , and we taste of Heav'n : Strange force of Harmony , whose Power controuls , The warring Passions , and informs our Souls , Soft soothing Sounds , by whose enchantment blest , Anger and Grief forsake the tranquil Breast ; While soft Ideas rising in the Mind , Bids us in Love a gentle Tyrant find , And to his Sway the softned Soul's resign'd . Thus sung the Thracian Bard , while all around , The list'ning Beasts confess'd the magick Sound : Less sweet the Harmony Amphion made , When dancing Stones mov'd to the Notes he play'd ; Or him , who bore by Dolphins to the Shore , Made Winds and Waves confess his magick Pow'r : Thou no less pow'rful o'er the Human Mind , As great a Triumph from thy Songs can find ; Love and its pleasing Pains at once inspire , And fix in ev'ry Breast the latent Fire .