William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Song: Oh! forbear to bid me slight herAaron Hill (16851750)
O
Soul and senses take her part;
Could my death itself delight her,
Life should leap to leave my heart.
Strong, though soft, a lover’s chain,
Charm’d with woe, and pleas’d with pain.
Love would light it at her eyes;
Or, her tuneful voice applying,
Through my ear my soul surprise.
Deaf, I see the fate I shun;
Blind, I hear I am undone.