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Poetry.
TO MISS ***** . [ BY T . P . ]
LOVELY Maid , whose azure eyes More than heaps of gold I prize 5 Whose sprightly graceful modeft air Has power to chase away Despair ; Whose charming features bear the fign Of inward worth , of worth divine 1 01 tell me ! I hope to gain
may Thy soft affections , and to reign The Monarch of thy yielding heart , Untainted with coquetti . Ii art ; And wilt thou be content to ( hine The Queen of one so poor as mine ? I'd leave the brighteft earthly throne To proud ambitious mortals known , Thine to
possess , and scorn the fame Attendant on a Monarch ' s name . O come , then , let us leave this scene That stands ourselves and peace between j And seek the sweet domeftic ihades , Where shepherd swains and country maids In peaceful quiet health enjoy , And taste the sweets that never cloy ; The sweets
of innocence and love , Which make the bliss of saints above . . O come , and when the op'ning morn Shall gild our windows through the' thorn j I'll lead thee forth ' mongft faireft flowers , To woodbine ihades and jasmine bowers . And cull the sweeteft to array Thy lovely form , and bless the day When , from the din of bus'ness free , I sought a rural life with thee .
O come , I'll lead thee where the rocks Have borne the hardest wintry shocks Of stubborn Ocean , whence secure We'll hear the hoist ' rous billows roar ; And when by trembling fear opprest , I'll gently hold thee to my breaft , And turning seek the grassy steep , Where graze the tender bleating sheep 5 And when the 'af highft ll
suns ' , we'rove By the ldne stream in yonder grove ; The mellow blackbird , lark , and thruih , Shall carol sweetly from the bush , The air with peals of love shall ri . n » , And every animated thing Partake the universal jpy , And pleasure taste without alloy . All that
or hill or dale can yield , The lofty mountain , flow'ry field ; The grove , the garden ' s cryftal itream , The varied tint of Titan ' s beam ; The sea in all its beauties drest , Rous'd into ire , or sunk to rest , Can Vectis boast , then Nancy hade , And these collected pleasure taste ; For you and I there yet is room , Then come my charming Nancy , come .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
TO MISS ***** . [ BY T . P . ]
LOVELY Maid , whose azure eyes More than heaps of gold I prize 5 Whose sprightly graceful modeft air Has power to chase away Despair ; Whose charming features bear the fign Of inward worth , of worth divine 1 01 tell me ! I hope to gain
may Thy soft affections , and to reign The Monarch of thy yielding heart , Untainted with coquetti . Ii art ; And wilt thou be content to ( hine The Queen of one so poor as mine ? I'd leave the brighteft earthly throne To proud ambitious mortals known , Thine to
possess , and scorn the fame Attendant on a Monarch ' s name . O come , then , let us leave this scene That stands ourselves and peace between j And seek the sweet domeftic ihades , Where shepherd swains and country maids In peaceful quiet health enjoy , And taste the sweets that never cloy ; The sweets
of innocence and love , Which make the bliss of saints above . . O come , and when the op'ning morn Shall gild our windows through the' thorn j I'll lead thee forth ' mongft faireft flowers , To woodbine ihades and jasmine bowers . And cull the sweeteft to array Thy lovely form , and bless the day When , from the din of bus'ness free , I sought a rural life with thee .
O come , I'll lead thee where the rocks Have borne the hardest wintry shocks Of stubborn Ocean , whence secure We'll hear the hoist ' rous billows roar ; And when by trembling fear opprest , I'll gently hold thee to my breaft , And turning seek the grassy steep , Where graze the tender bleating sheep 5 And when the 'af highft ll
suns ' , we'rove By the ldne stream in yonder grove ; The mellow blackbird , lark , and thruih , Shall carol sweetly from the bush , The air with peals of love shall ri . n » , And every animated thing Partake the universal jpy , And pleasure taste without alloy . All that
or hill or dale can yield , The lofty mountain , flow'ry field ; The grove , the garden ' s cryftal itream , The varied tint of Titan ' s beam ; The sea in all its beauties drest , Rous'd into ire , or sunk to rest , Can Vectis boast , then Nancy hade , And these collected pleasure taste ; For you and I there yet is room , Then come my charming Nancy , come .