ΤΟ A LADY, ON ASKING MY OPINION OF FRIENDSHIP. By the Same. WOULD Chloe know the highest bliss, TO A LADY. BY THE REV. S. HENLEY. By the side of a stream that strays thro' the grove, And when I've a mind that the Jealous should smart, I pierce with an owl-feather'd arrow his heart. For the Youth, in whom truth and fondness reside, From the breast of a dove my dart is supply'd: This I value the most :-and this 'twas I found From You, O my Delia, that gave me the wound. TO LADY HERVEY. BY M. DE VOLTAIRE. HERVEY, Would you know the passion You have kindled in my breast? Trifling is the inclination, That by words can be express'd. In my silence see the lover, True love is by silence known; In my eyes you'll best discover All the power of your own. A BIRTH-DAY OFFERING TO A YOUNG LADY." FROM HER LOVER. BY GEORGE CANNING, ESQ.. ERE this short winter's day be gone, Perhaps deceiv'd by some fond notion, Embrac'd in rapture of devotion, |