|
Go, lovely rose!
Tell her that wastes her time and me
That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Go to Quote / Comment
|
|
Then die that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee;
Go to Quote / Comment
|
|
The fear of hell, or aiming to be blest, savors too much of private interest.
Go to Quote / Comment
|
|
The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.
Go to Quote / Comment
|
|
To love is to believe, to hope, to know; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!
Go to Quote / Comment
|