A postscript to the new Bath guide A Poem by Anthony Pasquin [i.e. John Williams] |
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THE MISS M***KS.
NOT that calm redd'ning splendour so joyful or sweet is,When Phœbus first mounts from the lap of his Thetis,
(And laughingly issues his heart-cheering ray,
To banish blithe sylphs from the regions of day,
And extirpate the dew where the fold found repose,
And absorb the big tear from the grief-oppress'd rose;)
Or so lovelily gay, or so charg'd with delight,
As when the meek M***ks burst array'd on the sight:
To think of such nymphs—and to think such nymphs kind,
Is suggesting a bliss that's too vast for the mind.
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