ANNA L/ETITIA BARBAULD
Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time; Say not Good-night, but in some brighter clime
Bid me Good-morning'
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��FANNY GREV1LLE
489 Prayer for Indifference
ASK no kind return of love, No tempting charm to please; Far from the heart those gifts remove, That sighs for peace and case.
Nor peace nor ease the heart can know, That, like the needle true,
Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But, turning, trembles too.
Far as distress the soul can wound, 'Tis pain in each degree:
J Tis bliss but to a certain bound, Beyond is agony.
��MICHAEL BRUCE To the Cuckoo
HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove' Thou messenger of Spring' Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome ring.
What time the daisy decks the green,
Thy certain voice we hear: Hast thou a star to guide thy path,
Or mark the rolling year?
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