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BRAY HEAD, WICKLOW.TO MISS C. S.
Dear Charlotte! our ramble along the sea-shore,
When Bray Head's fair prospects we sought to explore,
You beg me to give you in verse;
And, though no cold critics my lines may commend,
I ever comply with the wish of a friend,
And thus our adventures rehearse.
When Bray Head's fair prospects we sought to explore,
You beg me to give you in verse;
And, though no cold critics my lines may commend,
I ever comply with the wish of a friend,
And thus our adventures rehearse.
'T was a bright, glowing day, in the dawn of the year,
When the primrose and violets begin to appear,
And Winter seems struggling with Spring;
This day the fair youth seemed the victory to gain,
And dreary old Winter to give up his reign,
And away his dark mantle to fling.
When the primrose and violets begin to appear,
And Winter seems struggling with Spring;
This day the fair youth seemed the victory to gain,
And dreary old Winter to give up his reign,
And away his dark mantle to fling.
