Tixall Poetry.
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The beauteous scene of lofty mountains,
Smiling valleys, murmuring fountains,
Lambs in flowery pastures bleating,
Ecchos our complaints repeating;
Birds in cheerfull notes expressing
Nature's bounty, and their blessing;
Bees with busy sounds delighting,
Groves to gentle sleep inviting;
Whisp'ring winds the poplars courting,
Swains in rustic circles sporting;
These afford a lasting pleasure,
Without guilt, and without measure.
Smiling valleys, murmuring fountains,
Lambs in flowery pastures bleating,
Ecchos our complaints repeating;
Birds in cheerfull notes expressing
Nature's bounty, and their blessing;
Bees with busy sounds delighting,
Groves to gentle sleep inviting;
Whisp'ring winds the poplars courting,
Swains in rustic circles sporting;
These afford a lasting pleasure,
Without guilt, and without measure.
On
the Death of My Deare Sister, C. A.
Where nature for a share of griefe do's call,
Friendship for more, and merit most of all,
What heart can swell so high, what time can be
Ever enough to satisfy all three?
Friendship for more, and merit most of all,
What heart can swell so high, what time can be
Ever enough to satisfy all three?
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