Ah! Colin, whether on the lowly plain, Thy Muse hath got such grace and power to please, As who therein can everjoy their fill! VERSES TO THE AUTHOR. LONDON: PRINTED FOR J. BELL, BOOKSELLER TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES. 1788. AMORETTI: OR, SONNETS. G. W. SEN. TO THE AUTHOR. DARK is the day when Phabus' face is shrouded, The time, like night, depriv'd of cheerful day, With great applause thy learned Works shall read. Volume VIII. B G. W. JUN. TO THE AUTHOR. AH! Colin, whether on the lowly plain, SONNET I. HAPPY, ye Leaves! whenas those lilly hands, When ye behold that angel's blessed look, UNQUIET thought, whom at the first I bred |