Sing, gentle maid -- reform my breast,
And soften all my care;
Thus may I be some moments blest,
And easy in despair.
The pow'r of Orpheus lives in you;
You can the passions of my soul subdue,
And tame the lions and the tigers there.
More verses by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
- Thursday, The Bassette-Table
- The Bride In The Country
- Melinda's Complaint
- Town Eclogues: Monday; Roxana Or The Drawing-Room
- On The Death Of Mrs. Bowes