English poem
SONG CCLIV. A favourite AIR
by Anonymous
Oh how blissful 'tis to Languish. When soft Wishes warm the Breast, Sighs in Part disclose the Anguish, And our Blushes speak the rest.
Gay Desires which fondly pleasure's, Prove by Nights our loveliest Themes; But when Midnight Slumbers seize us, Oh the charming, charming Dreams.