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The blushing maid, with eyes of quick desire,
View'd it, and felt her little soul on fire;
For of all scenes she had not yet survey'd,
Her heart most panted for a masquerade:
But her gay hopes increasing terrors drown,
And dread forebodings of her father's frown.
In mute suspense to read his thought she tries,
And strongly pleads with her prevailing eyes,
Her eyes, for doubt enchain'd her modest tongue,
While on his sovereign word her pleasure hung.
With such a tender and persuasive air
Of soft endearment, and of anxious care,
Thetis attended from th' almighty fire
His fateful answer to her fond desire:
The good old knight, like the Olympian god,
Blest the fair suppliant with his gracious nod;
Her lively spirit the kind signal took,
And her glad heart in every fibre shook.
The party settled, it imports not how,
The peer politely made his parting bow:
View'd it, and felt her little soul on fire;
For of all scenes she had not yet survey'd,
Her heart most panted for a masquerade:
But her gay hopes increasing terrors drown,
And dread forebodings of her father's frown.
In mute suspense to read his thought she tries,
And strongly pleads with her prevailing eyes,
Her eyes, for doubt enchain'd her modest tongue,
While on his sovereign word her pleasure hung.
With such a tender and persuasive air
Of soft endearment, and of anxious care,
Thetis attended from th' almighty fire
His fateful answer to her fond desire:
The good old knight, like the Olympian god,
Blest the fair suppliant with his gracious nod;
Her lively spirit the kind signal took,
And her glad heart in every fibre shook.
The party settled, it imports not how,
The peer politely made his parting bow:
