 | The poetical works of Samuel Rogers |  |
When April-verdure springs in Grosvenor-square,
And the furred Beauty comes to winter there,
She bids old Nature mar the plan no more;
Yet still the seasons circle as before.
Ah, still as soon the young Aurora plays,
Tho' moons and flam beaux trail their broadest blaze;
As soon the sky-lark pours his matin-song,
Tho' Evening lingers at the Masque so long.
And the furred Beauty comes to winter there,
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Yet still the seasons circle as before.
Ah, still as soon the young Aurora plays,
Tho' moons and flam beaux trail their broadest blaze;
As soon the sky-lark pours his matin-song,
Tho' Evening lingers at the Masque so long.
| The poetical works of Samuel Rogers | |