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TO THE THAMES.
Gentle Thames, whose Waters lave
Duly, these collegiate Walls,
Stop, an instant, stop thy Wave;
Tis a Lover's Voice that calls.
Duly, these collegiate Walls,
Stop, an instant, stop thy Wave;
Tis a Lover's Voice that calls.
E'er that Time can measure o'er
One short Hour, thy silver Stream
Shall salute the peaceful Shore,
Where resides my Muse's Theme.—
One short Hour, thy silver Stream
Shall salute the peaceful Shore,
Where resides my Muse's Theme.—
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Gentle River! well I know
What a Love thy Moon bears thee:
How thy Springs obedient flow,
Pouring Truth, and Harmony.
What a Love thy Moon bears thee:
How thy Springs obedient flow,
Pouring Truth, and Harmony.
Such a mutual Passion reigns
In Ardelia's Breast and mine;
She's the Orb that swells my Veins,
To her Influence I resign!—
In Ardelia's Breast and mine;
She's the Orb that swells my Veins,
To her Influence I resign!—
Let thy undulating Tide
With the sportive Sun-beam play:
Close beneath her Window glide,
Bid thy Cygnets mark thy Way.
With the sportive Sun-beam play:
Close beneath her Window glide,
Bid thy Cygnets mark thy Way.
Should'st thou haply see my Fair,
Lure her to thy view awhile;
Tidings of my Welfare bear,
Waft a Sigh, and steal a Smile.—
Lure her to thy view awhile;
Tidings of my Welfare bear,
Waft a Sigh, and steal a Smile.—
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Go,—and Plenty round thee pour,
I'll thy Course no longer stay:
Blessing many a distant Shore,
Beauteous River! haste away.
I'll thy Course no longer stay:
Blessing many a distant Shore,
Beauteous River! haste away.
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