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Aberdeen ACROSTIC ANACREON beam beauty behold birds blest bloom bosom breast breeze bright Britons brows cell charms confest CORYDON Countess of Northumberland cowslips cry'd Cupid dame Damon dart delight deny'd drest EPIGRAM ev'ry eyes fair fame Fancy fate fav'rite feat flow'ret fond Fortune gentle glorious glory glowing Goddess golden grace gracious Greece green grove halcion happy hath heart HECATE hill honours hopes Hymen jocund Jove kind kiss Kitty Fell lov'd Love maid mighty moral morning muse Newcastle Beer night nymphs o'er Palemon PASTORAL Phillis Philomel Phœbe plac'd plain pride Queen R E C I rage rancour rapture reign rich rose rosy round rude sacred sacred groves shade shepherd sigh'd sing skies smiles soft song Sunderland swain sweet tell thee There's thro Thyrsis trees trembling try'd Twas Twixt vows wand'ring wanton Whilst wings wreath wretch young youth
Page 71 - On purpose he planted yon trees. That birds in the covert might dwell ; He cultur'd his thyme for the bees, But never would rifle their cell. Ye lambkins that play'd at his feet, Go bleat — and your master bemoan ; His music was artless and sweet, His manners as mild as your own.
Page 31 - ... Kate of Aberdeen. Strike up the tabor's boldest notes, We'll rouse the nodding grove ; The nested birds shall raise their throats, And hail the maid I love: And see — the matin lark mistakes, He quits the tufted green : Fond bird ! 'tis not the morning breaks, 'Tis Kate of Aberdeen.
Page 83 - But take me, fond shepherd - I'm thine.' Her air was so modest, her aspect so meek! So simple, yet sweet, were her charms! I kiss'd the ripe roses that glow'd on her cheek, And lock'd the dear maid in my arms.
Page 181 - Hither we're sent, by their supreme direction, To court your favour, and to claim protection. Our hopes are flatter'd with the Fair's compliance ; Beauty and Wit were always in alliance! Their mutual sway reforms the rude creation, And Taste's determined by their approbation.
Page 30 - Till Morn unbar her golden gate, And give the promis'd May. Methinks I hear the maids declare, The promis'd May, when seen, Not half so fragrant, half so fair, As Kate of Aberdeen. Strike up the tabor's boldest notes...
Page 24 - Stop, friend," says the Butterfly — "don't be surprised, I once was the reptile you spurn'd and despis'd; Hut now I can mount, in the sunbeams I play, While you must for ever drudge on in your way.
Page 151 - To guide the gay feast, And freely declar'd there was choice of good cheer ; Yet vow'd to his thinking, For exquisite drinking, Their Nectar was nothing to Newcastle Beer. The great God of war, to encourage the fun And humour the taste of his whimsical guest, Sent a message that moment to Moor's...
Page 158 - O, may her rich, her ripening fruits of gold, Britannia ! bloom perpetually for thee ! May you ne'er want a Dragon, as...
Page 23 - ... wherever you go ; I hope your great mightiness wo'n't take it ill, I pay my respects with a hearty good-will." With a look of contempt, and impertinent pride,