Thus will life's current gently flow, то A LADY, ON ASKING MY OPINION OF FRIENDSHIP. By the Same. WOULD Chloe know the highest bliss, EPISTLE LXII. то 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. |