This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1771 Excerpt: ...the plain, Where I fed on the smiles of my dear? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valky, is flown;. Alas! where with her I have stray'd, I could wander with pleasure alone. When forc'd the fair nymph to forego, What anguish I felt at my heart! Yet I thought--but it might not be so--Twas with pain that ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1771 Excerpt: ...the plain, Where I fed on the smiles of my dear? They tell me, my favourite maid, The pride of that valky, is flown;. Alas! where with her I have stray'd, I could wander with pleasure alone. When forc'd the fair nymph to forego, What anguish I felt at my heart! Yet I thought--but it might not be so--Twas with pain that she saw me departs She gaz'd, as I slowly withdrew; My path I could hardly discern; So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return. The pilgrim that journeys all day To visit some far-distant shrine, If he bear but a relic away, Is happy, nor heard to repine. Thus widely remov'd from the fair, Where my vows, my devotion, I owe, Soft hope is the relic I bear, And my solace where-ever I go. M l M M - i- 4.i..-4 4 4 4 4 4 - ' I M H. HOP E. MY banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep; My grottoes are shaded with trees, And my hills are white-over with sheep. I seldom have met with a loss, Such health do my fountains bestow. My fountains all border'd with moss, Where the hare-bells and violets grow. Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But with tendrils of woodbine is bound: . Not a beech's more beautiful green, But a sweet brier entwines it aroufrd. Not my sields, in the prime of the year, . More charms than my cattle unfold: Not a brook that is limped and clear, But it glitters with sishes of gold. One would think she might like to retire To the bow'r I have labour'd to rear; Not a shrub that I heard her admire, But I hasted and planted it there. Oh how sudden the jessamine strove With the lilac to render it gay! Already it calls for my love, To prune the wild branches away. From the plains, from the woodlands and groves, What strains of wild melody flow? How the nightingales warble th...
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Publisher:
Printed for Gray & Alston, & J. Dickson
Published:
1771
Language:
English
Alibris ID:
17457602290
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Seller's Description:
Good. First edition. 12mo. xii, 244pp., with an engraved illustrated title page included in the pagination. In the original full calf, red leather spine label. The spine and edges of the boards are rubbed and worn, head of spine and corners are worn, a good copy overall, with the beautiful engraved title page bright and clean. The scarce first edition. *OCLC* locates only two copies. *ESTC* T92456.
