An ODE, IN IMITATION of SAPHO. 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. 51-53. [8],88p.; 8⁰.

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An ODE , IN IMITATION of SAPHO . I. ME the loveliest truest Swain , Often woo's , but woo's in vain ; Tender , soft , beseeching Eyes , Pleading Tears , and melting Sighs : Such soft Pains as Lovers feel , Such his dying Looks reveal . II . Yet by Pride , by Shame with-held , Every yielding Thought's repell'd : Scarce the Sigh that heaves my Breast , Scarce the falling Tear's represt : Yet may artful Tongue denies My Love , and contradicts my Eyes . III . If then , charming Youth , you'd know All my Love , and all my Woe ; All my Heart , without Disguise , Read it in my artless Eyes . They'll in tender Language tell What I wou'd in vain conceal . IV . There each yielding Thought betray'd , All my Hopes and Fears display'd : The soft Flame which warms my Breast , In each melting Look's confest : While unstudied Glances prove , All is Truth , and all is Love .