6.

But as death my belov'd, soon or late, shall o'ertake us,

And our breasts which alive with such sympathy glow,

Will sleep in the grave, till the blast shall awake us,

When calling the dead, in earth's bosom laid low.

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7.

Oh! then let us drain, while we may, draughts of pleasure,

Which from passion like ours will unceasingly flow;

Let us pass round the cup of love's bliss in full measure,

And quaff the contents as our nectar below.

1805.

ON A DISTANT VIEW OF THE VILLAGE AND SCHOOL OF HARROW ON THE HILL. 1806.

Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection,

Embitters the present, compar'd with the past;

Where science first dawn'd on the powers of reflection,

And friendships were form'd, too romantic to last.

2.

Where fancy yet joys, to retrace the resemblance,

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