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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[Sweet is the Lark at early Dawn]
Inscribed to Miss BOSWELL.
Sweet is the Lark at early Dawn,
And sweet sad Philomel by Night;
The Thrush, at Evening, glads the Lawn;
Maria ever gives Delight.
And sweet sad Philomel by Night;
The Thrush, at Evening, glads the Lawn;
Maria ever gives Delight.
Not Thrush, nor Lark, nor Philomel,
Nor all the feather'd vocal Choir,
With such a Note can Sorrows quell,
With such a Note can Joy inspire.
Nor all the feather'd vocal Choir,
With such a Note can Sorrows quell,
With such a Note can Joy inspire.
Pleas'd, we attend the Finch's Song,
The Peacock's Plumes engage our Eyes;
More potent Charms to her belong,
For she can Sense and Soul surprize.
The Peacock's Plumes engage our Eyes;
More potent Charms to her belong,
For she can Sense and Soul surprize.
Her Judgement, Taste, and winning Air,
With each attractive Grace of Youth;
Her Looks, her Actions, all declare,
A Mind to Virtue form'd, and Truth.
With each attractive Grace of Youth;
Her Looks, her Actions, all declare,
A Mind to Virtue form'd, and Truth.
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It is not Wealth can Peace procure,
And Beauty but a Moment warms;
But such a Mind so form'd, so pure,
The fond Admirer ever charms.
And Beauty but a Moment warms;
But such a Mind so form'd, so pure,
The fond Admirer ever charms.
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