A collection of poems | ||
To his most honoured Mother, On New-Year's Day, 1737. A piece for a Lad at writing School.
While all around to your attentive eyes,
Conquests and triumphs in bright order rise,
Be your's in softer victories to engage,
In vertue over death, in bloom o'er age;
Fresh trophies rising, as each year subsides,
Your sons all heroes, and your daughters brides.
Conquests and triumphs in bright order rise,
Be your's in softer victories to engage,
In vertue over death, in bloom o'er age;
Fresh trophies rising, as each year subsides,
Your sons all heroes, and your daughters brides.
A collection of poems | ||