Like the tendrils of the vines ; 

 And the silky twisted hair, 

 Shadowing thick the velvet ear ; 

 Velvet ears, which, hanging low, 

 O'er the veiny temples flow. 

 With a proper light and shade, 

 Let the winding hoop be laid ; 

 And within that arching bower, 

 (Secret circle, mystic power,) 

 In a downy slumber place 

 Happiest of the spaniel race ; 

 While the soft respiring dame, 

 Glowing with the softest flame, 

 On the ravish'd favourite pours 

 Balmy dews, ambrosial showers 

 With thy utmost skill express 

 Nature in her richest dress, 

 Limpid rivers smoothly flowing, 

 Orchards by those rivers blowing ; 

 Curling woodbine, myrtle shade, 

 And the gay enamell'd mead ; 

 Where the linnets sit and sing, 

 Little sportlings of the spring ; 

 Where the breathing field and grove 

 Soothe the heart, and kindle love. 

 Here for me, and for the Muse, 

 Colours of resemblance choose, 

 Make of lineaments divine. 

 Daply female spaniels shine, 



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