Song. From the French of Cardinal Bernis. Charlotte Smith (née Turner) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. N22357 Smith, Charlotte Turner, 1749-1806. Elegiac sonnets, and other poems. By Charlotte Smith. The first Worcester edition, from the sixth London edition, with additions. Printed at Worcester [Mass.] by Isaiah Thomas, sold by him in Worcester, and by said Thomas and Andrews in Boston 1795 pp. 88-89. xix,[2],22-126,[2]p.,[5] leaves of plates: ill.; 15 cm. (12mo)

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Song . From the French of Cardinal Bernis . I. FRUIT of Aurora's tears , fair rose , On whose soft leaves fond Zephyrs play , Oh ! queen of flow'rs , thy buds disclose , And give thy fragrance to the day ; Unveil thy transient charms : — ah , no ! A little be thy bloom delay'd , Since the same hour that bids thee blow Shall see thee droop thy languid head . II . But go ! and on Themira's breast Find , happy flow'r , thy throne and tomb ; While , jealous of a fate so blest , How shall I envy thee thy doom ! Should some rude hand approach thee there , Guard the sweet shrine thou wilt adorn ; Ah ! punish those who rashly dare , And for my rivals keep thy thorn . III . Love shall himself thy boughs compose , And bid thy wanton leaves divide ; He'll shew thee now , my lovely rose , To deck her bosom , not to hide : And thou shalt tell the cruel maid How frail are Youth and Beauty's charms , And teach her , ere her own shall fade , To give them to her lover's arms .