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Where we may put the child's array,
And get it ready by the day.
The nymphs themselves with flowers shall dress it, Pallas shall weave, and I will bless it.
WITH A PAIR OF GLOVES
DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
BRIMFUL of anger, not of love,
Nor will I leave you in the lurch,
Tho' You should dare to name the church;
There come equipp'd with all your charms,
And meet my charmer, though I die.
BOUGH OF AN ORANGE TREE.
BY WILLIAM HARRISON, ESQ.
FROM a warm clime and generous soil
See the young fruit thy power confess, And love their own Bermudas less; Though all that we think bright and fair, Though Paradise itself be there.
Ripen'd by thy auspicious eyes,
And eager to bestow the prize,
For which thy matchless beauties call,
Love's smiling Queen, whose tender aid
WRITTEN AT THE
REQUEST OF A GENTLEMAN
A LADY HAD GIVEN A SPRIG OF MYRTLE.
BY SAMUEL JOHNSON, L.L. D.
WHAT hopes, what terrors does thy gift create,
The Myrtle (ensign of supreme command,