ISBN: 9781154719611

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 104 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Pur… Mehr…

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 104 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1819 edition. Excerpt: . . . loves resistless art, And her eyes, she did enslave me. But her constancys so weak, Shes so wild and apt to wander, That my jealous heart would break, Should we live one day asunder. Meltingjoys about her move, Killing pleasures, wounding blisses: She can dress her eyes in love, And her lips can warm with kisses. Angels listen when she speaks, Shes my delight, all mankinds wonder; But my jealous heart would break, Should we live one day asunder. A SONG IN IMITATION OP SIR. JOHN EATO. Too late, alas! I must confess, You need not arts to move me; Such charms by nature you possess, Twere madness not to love ye. See Sir John Eatons Song;, in Nicholss Select Collection. 159. Then spare a heart you may surprise, And give my tongue the glory To boast, though my unfaithful eyes Betray a tender story. AN EPISTOLARY ESSAY FROM LORD ROCHESTER TO LORD MULGRAVE, UPON THEIR MUTUAL POEMS. Deab friend, I hear this town does so abound In saucy censurers, that faults are found With what of late we, in poetic rage Bestowing, threw away on the dull age. But howsoeer envy their spleen may raise, (To rob my brows of the deserved bays) Their thanks, at least, I merit; since through me They are partakers of your poetry. , And this is all Ill say in my defence, -To obtain one line of your well-worded sense, I Ill be content to have it writ the British Prince. J Im none of those who think themselves inspird, Nor write with the vain hope to be admird; But from a rule I have (upon long trial) To avoid with care all sort of self-denial. Which way soeer desire and fancy lead, (Contemning fame) that path I boldly tread: A poem by the Hon. Edward Howard, who was satirized for his production by the pens of Dorset, Sprat, and others. And if exposing what. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub<