The bird That glads the night had cheer'd the listening groves with sweet complainings. — William Somervile Copy Share Image
Hail, gentle Dawn! mild blushing goddess, hail!Rejoic'd I see thy purple mantle spreadO'er half the skies, gems pave thy radiant way,And orient pearls from… — William Somervile Copy Share Image
Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies, And Isr'el's beauty on the mountains dies. How are the mighty fallen! Hush'd be my sorrow, gently… — William Somervile Copy Share Image
For the next inn he spurs amain, In haste alights, and skuds away, But time and tide for no man stay. — William Somervile Copy Share Image
