The Shamrock or, Hibernian Cresses. A Collection of Poems, Songs, Epigrams, &c. Latin as well as English, The Original Production of Ireland. To which are subjoined thoughts on the prevailing system of school education, respecting young ladies as well as gentlemen: with practical proposals for a reformation [by Samuel Whyte] |
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IX. To CHLOE.
Content, and Joy, no more, retir'd
To this dull melancholy Seat,
Banish'd from all my Soul admir'd,
How hard my Fate!
To this dull melancholy Seat,
Banish'd from all my Soul admir'd,
How hard my Fate!
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See! Sorrow hangs on every Flower;
Soft sigh the Rivers as they flow;
And pitying Nature in a Shower
Laments my Woe!
Soft sigh the Rivers as they flow;
And pitying Nature in a Shower
Laments my Woe!
But, would my Chloe bless the Scene,
How soon would every Grief decay!
Nature again would smile serene;
Winter look gay!
How soon would every Grief decay!
Nature again would smile serene;
Winter look gay!
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