COVENT-GARDEN LADIES
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Miss L—st—r, No. 6, Union-Street,
Oxford-Road.
Oh, pleasing talk, to paint the ripen'd charms
Of youth untutor'd in the female arts;
To see instinctively desire blaze out,
And warm the mind with all its burning joys.
The tell-tale eyes in liquid pools sustain'd,
The throbbing breast now rising, now suppress't;
The thrilling bliss quick darting thro' the frame,
The short fetch'd sighs, the snow white twining
limbs,
The sudden gush, and the extatic oh.
SUCH our all pleasing L—st—r leads the train, and, smiling like the morn, unfolds her heaven of beauties. Oh, for a Guido's touch, or Thomson's thought,
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thought_, to paint the richness of her unequall'd charms; every perfection that can possibly adorn the face and mind of Woman seem centered in this be- witching girl; hither resort then, ye genuine lovers of beauty and good sense; here, whilst Plutus reigns, may you revel nor know satiety; here feast the longing appetite, and return with fresh vigor to every attack. Now arrived at the tempting age of nineteen, her ima- gination is filled with every luscious idea, refined sensibiiity, and fierce desire can unite, her form is majestic, tall, and elegant; her make truly genteel, her complexion
——-As April's lily fair,
And blooming as June's brightest rose.
Painted by the masterly hand of nature, shaded by tresses of the darkest brown, and enlivened by two stars that swim in all the essence of unsatiated love.
Her pouting lips distil nectarious balm,
And thro' the frame its thrilling transports
dart;