Poems, on various subjects by Ann Yearsley ... being her second work |
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Lines, composed in a Carriage, on seeing an Half-blown Primrose in the Mouth of a
Peasant; the Author being on the Road to Bath. |
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Lines, composed in a Carriage, on seeing an Half-blown Primrose in the Mouth of a Peasant; the Author being on the Road to Bath.
Upon the Rustic's ruddy lip,
I've seen the Primrose mourn
That ruthless hand, which thus could nip
Its beauty—soon as born.
I've seen the Primrose mourn
That ruthless hand, which thus could nip
Its beauty—soon as born.
The lovely Flow'r, emblem of Youth!
Struck on my pensive mind;
Whisp'ring, “there's nought but blooming Truth,
Shall leave a rack behind.”
Struck on my pensive mind;
Whisp'ring, “there's nought but blooming Truth,
Shall leave a rack behind.”
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To thee, my Clara, Fancy flew,
Painting thy faded cheek,
On which the Rose, with pride once grew,
Nor richer soil could seek.
Painting thy faded cheek,
On which the Rose, with pride once grew,
Nor richer soil could seek.
Ah! fell Disease, no more return!
Bid all thy pangs retreat;
Let vital warmth yet gently burn,
And leave her pulse to beat.
Bid all thy pangs retreat;
Let vital warmth yet gently burn,
And leave her pulse to beat.
Else, like yon Flow'r, she soon must fade,
Before thy chilling breath;
Her beauties strew the dreary shade,
Press'd by the foot of Death.
Before thy chilling breath;
Her beauties strew the dreary shade,
Press'd by the foot of Death.
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Forbid it Heav'n! Come, blooming Spring,
Re-cheer her guiltless soul;
While hoary Winter plumes his wing,
To seek his frozen pole.
Re-cheer her guiltless soul;
While hoary Winter plumes his wing,
To seek his frozen pole.
Let him fly on! Unwelcome guest!
I hate his freezing toils;
But Rapture fills my rural breast,
When beauteous Flora smiles.
I hate his freezing toils;
But Rapture fills my rural breast,
When beauteous Flora smiles.
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