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To JENNY GRAY.
BALLAD XII.
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Bring, Phœbus, from Parnassian bow'r,sA chaplet of poetic flowers,
That far out bloom the May;
Bring verse so smooth, and thoughts so free,
And all the Muses heraldry,
To blazon Jenny Gray.
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Observe yon almond's rich perfume,Presenting Spring with early bloom,
In ruddy tints how gay!
Thus, foremost of the blushing fair,
With such a blithsome, buxom air,
Blooms lovely Jenny Gray.
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The merry, chirping, plumy throng,The bushes and the twigs among
That pipe the sylvan lay,
All hush'd at her delightful voice
In silent extacy rejoice,
And study Jenny Gray.
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Ye balmy odour-breathing gales,That lightly sweep the green robed vales,
And in each rose-bush play;
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And steal your more than natural sweets,
From lovely Jenny Gray.
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Pomona and that Goddess bright,The florist's and the maids delight,
In vain their charms display;
The luscious nectarine, juicy peach,
In richness, nor in sweetness reach
The lips of Jenny Gray.
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To the sweet knot of Graces three,Th'immortal band of bards agree,
A tuneful tax to pay;
There yet remains a matchless worth,
There yet remains a lovelier fourth,
And she is Jenny Gray.
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