ACROSTIC ON MISS [ELEANOR HOYLAND]. 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 p. 8. [6],ii,88p.; 8⁰.

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ACROSTIC ON MISS [ ELEANOR HOYLAND ] . 1768. ENCHANTING is the mighty power of Love ; Life stript of amorous joys would irksome prove ; Ev'n Heaven's great Thund'rer woreth ' easy chain , And over all the world , Love keeps his reign ; No human heart can bear the piercing blade , Or I than others , am more tender made . Right thro' my heart a burning arrow drove , Hoyland's bright eyes , were made the bows of Love . Oh ! torture , inexpressibly severe ! You are the pleasing Author of my care ; Look down , fair Angel , on a Swain distrest , A gracious smile from you would make me blest . Nothing but that blest favour stills my grief , Death , that denied , will quickly give relief .