Nor wealth of lustrous pearl,

Swear nought your love shall sever,

With gems that shine for ever.

THE GARDEN POOL.

THE GARDEN POOL.

Charmed

I rest upon this margin cool,

Are mirrored in the tiny pool.

Whose fancy rules this bright parterre,

The depths of heaven reflected there.

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THE SCARECROW.

THE SCARECROW.

O Bella

Dark on the evening sky,

And head so grandly high?

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For William 'tis too soon;

Saluting the new moon!

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