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. 1803 edition. Excerpt: ...i Of BRISTOL. Before I seek the dreary shore, Where Gambia's rapid billow's roar, And foaming pour along; To you I urge the plaintive strain, And tho' a lover sings in vain, Yet you shall hear the song. Ungrateful, cruel, lovely maid, Since all my torments were repaid With frowns or languid sneers; With ...
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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. 1803 edition. Excerpt: ...i Of BRISTOL. Before I seek the dreary shore, Where Gambia's rapid billow's roar, And foaming pour along; To you I urge the plaintive strain, And tho' a lover sings in vain, Yet you shall hear the song. Ungrateful, cruel, lovely maid, Since all my torments were repaid With frowns or languid sneers; With assiduities no more Your captive will your health implore, Or tease you with his tears. Now to the regions where the sun Does his hot course of glory run, And parches up the ground: Where o'er the burning cleaving plains, A long eternal dog-star reigns, . And splendor flames around: There will I go, yet not to find A fire intenser than my mind, Which burns a constant flame: There will I lose thy heavenly form, Nor shall remembrance, raptur'd, warm, Draw shadows of thy frame. In the rough element the sea, I'll drown the softer subject, thee, And sink each lovely charm: No more my bosom shall be torn; No more by wild ideas borne, I'll cherish the alarm. Yet, Polly, could thy heart be kind, Soon would my feeble purpose find Thy sway within my breast: But hence, soft scenes of painted woe, Spite of the dear delight I'll go, Forget her, and be blest. D. CELORIMON. THE ADVICE, ADDRESSED TO MISS M R, Of BRISTOL. Revolving in their destin'd sphere, The hours begin another year As rapidly to fly; Ah! think, Maria, (e'er in grey Those auburn tresses fade away;) So youth and beauty die. Tho' now the captivated throng Adore with flattery and song, And all before you bow; Whilst unattentive to the strain, You hear the humble muse complain, Or wreath your frowning brow. Tho' poor Pitholeon's feeble line, In opposition to the nine, Still violates your name: Tho' tales of passion meanly told, As dull as Cumberland, as cold Strive to confess a flame. Yet, when...
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Add this copy of The Works of Thomas Chatterton...: Life of Chatterton, to cart. $65.91, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2010 by Nabu Press.
