IN all my Enna's beauties blest,
Amidst profusion still I pine;
For though she gives me up her breast,
Its panting tenant is not mine.
Translation Of A South American Ode
written byOliver Goldsmith
© Oliver Goldsmith
IN all my Enna's beauties blest,
Amidst profusion still I pine;
For though she gives me up her breast,
Its panting tenant is not mine.
© Oliver Goldsmith