The Life and Poetical Works of James Woodhouse (1735-1820): Edited by the Rev. R. I. Woodhouse |
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TO THE Right Honourable the Countess of ------ On the Death of a Daughter.
Fair Flora lay within a roseate bow'r,
And wept, in nightly dews, a fav'rite flow'r,
A flow'r she fancy'd fate had snatch'd away,
In all the charms of youth and beauty, gay.
And wept, in nightly dews, a fav'rite flow'r,
A flow'r she fancy'd fate had snatch'd away,
In all the charms of youth and beauty, gay.
With pity Pallas view'd the mourning fair,
Her streaming eye, and melancholy air;
And left, awhile, her azure throne above,
To soothe her, thus, in words of peace and love.
Gentle nymph! no longer pine,
Bow at Jove's imperial shrine;
Who, with kind, auspicious pow'r,
Bore away your tender flow'r,
From this cold ungenial clime,
From the reach of Fate, and Time;
Bore it to yon peaceful skies,
Where no storms or tempests rise,
Where no frosts or mildews come,
There to live in endless bloom:
Favour'd nymph! no longer mourn,
Grateful thanks to Jove return.
Her streaming eye, and melancholy air;
And left, awhile, her azure throne above,
To soothe her, thus, in words of peace and love.
Gentle nymph! no longer pine,
Bow at Jove's imperial shrine;
Who, with kind, auspicious pow'r,
Bore away your tender flow'r,
From this cold ungenial clime,
From the reach of Fate, and Time;
Bore it to yon peaceful skies,
Where no storms or tempests rise,
Where no frosts or mildews come,
There to live in endless bloom:
Favour'd nymph! no longer mourn,
Grateful thanks to Jove return.
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