ODE TO MISS H—L—D. 1768. 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. 5-7. [6],ii,88p.; 8⁰.

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ODE TO MISS H—L—D . 1768. AMIDST the wild and dreary dells , The distant echo-giving bells , The bending mountains head ; Whilst Ev'ning , moving thro' the sky , Over the object and the eye , Her pitchy robes doth spread . There gently moving thro' the vale , Bending before the blust'ring gale , Fell apparitions glide ; Whilst roaring rivers echo round , The drear reverberating sound Runs thro' the mountain side : Then steal I softly to the grove , And singing of the Nymph I love , Sigh out my sad complaint ; To paint the tortures of my mind , Where can the Muses numbers find ? Ah ! numbers are too faint ! Ah ! H—l—d , Empress of my heart , When will thy breast admit the dart , And own a mutual flame ? When , wand'ring in the myrtle groves , Shall mutual pleasures seal our loves ; Pleasures without a name ? Thou greatest beauty of the sex , When will the little God perplex The mansions of thy breast ? When wilt thou own a flame as pure , As that seraphic souls endure , And make thy Baker blest ? O ! haste to give my passion ease , And bid the perturbation cease , That harrows up my soul ! The joy such happiness to find , Would make the functions of my mind In peace and love to roll .