A Song. The Lover The Lute Of His Deceased Mistress.

"How like is childhood to the lucid tide     That calmly wanders thro' the mossy dell,     Sweeps o'er the lily by the margin's side,     And, a"

"Thou rear'st thy beauteous head, sweet flow'r     Gemm'd by the soft and vernal show'r;     Its drops still round thee shine:     The florist v"

"Epitaph To The Memory Of A Worthy Man, The Rev. Mr. Sleep, Curate Of Kingswear Church, Devon, Whose Devotional Elocution Was Remarkably Impregnated Wi"

"Bless'd are the steps of Virtue's queen!     Where'er she moves fresh roses bloom;     And, when she droops, kind Nature pours     Her genuine"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"