SONG
.
WHEN
Fanny
blooming
fair
First
caught
my
ravish'd
sight
,
Struck
with
her
shape
and
air
,
I
felt
a
strange
delight
:
Whilst
eagerly
I
gaz'd
,
Admiring
ev'ry
part
,
And
ev'ry
feature
prais'd
,
She
stole
into
my
heart
.
In
her
bewitching
eyes
Ten
thousand
loves
appear
;
There
Cupid
basking
lies
,
His
shafts
are
hoarded
there
,
Her
blooming
cheeks
are
dy'd
With
colour
all
their
own
,
Excelling
far
the
pride
Of
roses
newly
blown
.
Her
well-turn'd
limbs
confess
,
The
lucky
hand
of
Jove
;
Her
features
all
express
The
beauteous
queen
of
love
:
What
flames
my
nerves
invade
,
When
I
behold
the
breast
Of
that
too
charming
maid
Rise
,
suing
to
be
press'd
!
Venus
round
Fanny's
waist
,
Has
her
own
Cestus
bound
,
With
guardian
Cupids
grac'd
,
Who
dance
the
circle
round
.
How
happy
must
he
be
,
Who
shall
her
zone
unloose
!
That
bliss
to
all
,
but
me
,
May
heaven
and
she
refuse
.