 | Juvenile poems on various subjects |  |
The gloom was now disclos'd where Spleen remain'd,
A thousand various ills the Goddess pain'd.
As pow'rful Fancy works here Mortals are
Transform'd to glass, or China's brittle ware;
Oppress'd by Spleen no longer joy they know,
For ever tortur'd with imagin'd woe.
A thousand various ills the Goddess pain'd.
As pow'rful Fancy works here Mortals are
Transform'd to glass, or China's brittle ware;
Oppress'd by Spleen no longer joy they know,
For ever tortur'd with imagin'd woe.
| Juvenile poems on various subjects | |