The Melodist/The Girl I Love
The Girl I love.
Let Poets their mistresses' praises rehearse,
And adorn each proud fair with a fiction of verse.
A goddess and I should, I'm sure, ne'er agree,
For the girl that I love is a mortal like me.
And adorn each proud fair with a fiction of verse.
A goddess and I should, I'm sure, ne'er agree,
For the girl that I love is a mortal like me.
Kind Nature has blest her with charms, I must own,
But for these she's indebted to Nature alone;
No art, no design in my Ellen I see,
For the girl that I love is a mortal like me.
But for these she's indebted to Nature alone;
No art, no design in my Ellen I see,
For the girl that I love is a mortal like me.
Health blooms on her cheek, virtue smiles in her eye,
I love her most dearly, I'll tell her for why,
She laughs, sings, and dances is lively and free,
And, in truth, she’s no more than a mortal like me.
I love her most dearly, I'll tell her for why,
She laughs, sings, and dances is lively and free,
And, in truth, she’s no more than a mortal like me.
I apply not to Venus nor Cupid for aid,
But apply where I love, to my beautiful maid;
This alono the fond wish of my bosom shall be,
Love a mortal, dear Ellen, and let him be me.
But apply where I love, to my beautiful maid;
This alono the fond wish of my bosom shall be,
Love a mortal, dear Ellen, and let him be me.