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Lewesdon Hill, with other poems

By the Rev. William Crowe ... a corrected and much enlarged edition, with notes

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TO A LADY,

WHO DESIRED SOME SPECIMENS OF THE AUTHOR'S POETRY.

Let not Eliza bid me now rehearse
The unvalued rhymes that long forgotten lie:
For all unfit is my rude-fashioned Verse
To meet the censure of her curious eye:
But for her sake a subject could I choose
To draw down fame and envy on the Bard,
Thy lovely Self should be my theme and Muse,
And thy sweet smile, Eliza, my reward.