Sketches in verse with prose illustrations. By Mr. Polwhele. Second edition, with several additional pieces |
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[Long for his fair, delightful toil]
Long for his fair, delightful toil,As summer ting'd the sapphire skies,
Had Alleyn bid the garden smile,
And mark'd its varied beauties rise.
Here many a shrub its sparkling hue
Flaunted amid the solar beam;
There, its rich-tinted leaves withdrew
To shade the silver-winding stream.
Once, thro' the vegetable blaze
As in fond trance the lover stray'd,
He met Elvira in the maze,
And thus addrest the blushing maid:
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“Full many a blossom may'st thou see—
“Yet less are all the blooms they bear
“Than half the sighs I heave for thee!”
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