An Act for Raising Portions and Maintenance-money for the Right Honourable the Lord Craven's Younger Brothers, ...

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Page 7 - O'er all referve their fpleen prevails, And ev'ry tongue in concert rails : All wonder' d what her eyes could fee In fuch a worthlefs thing as he, Who ftill purfues his private ends, Ungrateful to his kindeft friends...
Page 8 - Are often carried with the croud ; Preferring, rather than contend, To facrifice their neareft friend. Thus Sylvia yielded to the birds, Too complaifant to doubt their words ; Nor thought, that creatures fo polite Could deal in calumny and fpite ! The The injur'd Linnet, with their leaves...
Page 7 - And all were r^viih'd with his note ; . ' While none attends to Linny's ftrain, For, ah, poor Linny's plu,mes were plain. And now (the mournful warbler flown, The nymph...
Page 9 - Who, tho' he fees his foes careft, Like fome fond lover, hopes the beft ; And doubts his own difcerning eyes, But, ah, how obvious is difguife ? At length of hope itfelf bereft...
Page 2 - A Linnet, feebler than the reft, With weary wings and panting breaft Sought Sylvia's window, in defpair, .'«'.''. And flutt'ring crav*d protection there.
Page 6 - To bring her coy acquaintance nigh her ! And Linny now returns, to pay The due devotions of the day ; . When to his wond'ring eyes arofe A num'rous circle of his foes ; Grief touch'd his foul, to fee them there, But, putting on an eafy air, J He took his place among the reft, And fat an imdiftinguiih'd gueft.
Page 6 - To draw her coy acquaintance nigh her. And Linny now returns, to pay The due devotions of the day ; When, to his wond'ring eyes arofe A num'rous circle of his foes : Grief touch'd his foul to fee them there ; But putting on an eafy air, He took a place among the reft, And fat an undiftinguifh'd gueft.
Page 3 - The nymph revive« her drooping gueft ; Then (danger o'er, and all ferene) Reftores him to his fields again. What wond'rous joy, what grateful love Infpir'd the wand'rer of the grove ! In...
Page 4 - Delicious neftar from her lips. Thrice happy bird, how wert thou blefs'd, Of fuch fuperior love poflefs'd ! Couldft thou but make the tenure fure> And thofe...

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