When first thy soft lips (Samuel Wesley)
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Description: Finished June 24th, 1783.
Original text and translations
When first thy soft lips I but civilly press'd,
O Anna, how great was my bliss!
The fatal contagion ran quick to my breast;
I lost my poor heart with a kiss.
And when thus supremely I'm blest with your sight,
I scarce can my transports restrain;
I wish, and I pant, to repeat the delight,
And kiss you again and again.
In raptures I wish to enjoy all those charms,
Still stealing from favour to favour.
And now, O ye gods! let me fly to your arms,
And kiss you for ever and ever.