TO THE BEAUTEOUS MISS H—L—D. Thomas Chatterton 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. T48948 K045459.000 Chatterton, Thomas, 1752-1770. A Supplement to the Miscellanies of Thomas Chatterton London printed for T. Becket, in Pall-Mall; Bookseller to His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales, and Their Royal Highnesses the Princes. MDCCLXXXIV. 1784 pp. 3-4. [6],ii,88p.; 8⁰.

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TO THE BEAUTEOUS MISS H—L—D . FAR distant from Brittannia's lofty Isle , What shall I find to make the Genius smile ? The bubbling fountains lose the power to please , The rocky cataracts , the shady trees , The juicy fruitage of enchanting hue , Whose luscious virtues England never knew ; The variegated Daughters of the Land , Whose numbers Flora strows with bounteous hand ; The verdant vesture of the smiling fields , All the rich pleasures Nature's store-house yields , Have all their powers to wake the chorded string : But still they're subjects that the Muse can sing . H—l—d more beauteous than the God of Day , Her name can quicken and awake the Lay ; Rouse the soft Muse , from indolence and ease ; To live , to love , and rouse her powers to please . In vain would Phoebus , did not H—l—d rise : 'Tis her bright eyes that gilds the Eastern skies ; 'Tis she alone deprives us of the light ; And when she slumbers , then indeed 'tis night . To tell the sep'rate beauties of her ' face Would stretch Eternity's remotest space , And want a more than man , to pen the line ; I rest ; let this suffice , dear H—l—d's all divine .