Poems By Mr. Polwhele. In three volumes |
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TO A GENTLEMAN AND HIS FAMILY ON THEIR DEPARTURE
FROM THEIR COUNTRY-HOUSE IN SEPTEMBER 1800. |
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TO A GENTLEMAN AND HIS FAMILY ON THEIR DEPARTURE FROM THEIR COUNTRY-HOUSE IN SEPTEMBER 1800.
While, joyous 'mid the vernal blooms,
My warblers sleek their golden plumes
And chaunt their woodnotes clear;
I bid them, thro' my laurel sprays,
Still glance their hues, and pour their lays,
Nor heed the passing year.
My warblers sleek their golden plumes
And chaunt their woodnotes clear;
I bid them, thro' my laurel sprays,
Still glance their hues, and pour their lays,
Nor heed the passing year.
But, transient as the blush of Spring,
Far, far away, each vagrant wing
Betrays the unpitying breast:
And, as its gleam my heart deceives,
I mark, among the shivering leaves,
A solitary nest.
Far, far away, each vagrant wing
Betrays the unpitying breast:
And, as its gleam my heart deceives,
I mark, among the shivering leaves,
A solitary nest.
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Ye too, while summer-suns are gay,
My every ardent with repay
With social converse kind:
But, when the winds blow cold and drear,
Leave, as ye sudden disappear,
A lonely roof behind.
My every ardent with repay
With social converse kind:
But, when the winds blow cold and drear,
Leave, as ye sudden disappear,
A lonely roof behind.
Yet shall my warblers, blithe again,
Burnish the plume, and trill the strain,
As wintry tempests cease:
And, shall your smiles new lustre grant
To those chill walls? Again, the Aunt
Restore ------ her charming Niece?
Burnish the plume, and trill the strain,
As wintry tempests cease:
And, shall your smiles new lustre grant
To those chill walls? Again, the Aunt
Restore ------ her charming Niece?
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