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. 14-15. [6],ii,88p.; 8⁰.

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TO MISS H—L—D . 1768. TELL me , God of soft desires , Little Cupid , wanton Boy , How thou kindlest up thy fires ! Giving pleasing pain and joy . H—l—d's beauty is thy bow , Striking glances are thy darts ; Making conquests never slow , Ever gaining conquer'd hearts . Heaven is seated in her smile , Juno's in her portly air ; Not Britania's fav'rite Isle Can produce a Nymph so fair . In a desart vast and drear , Where disorder springs around , If the lovely Fair is there , 'Tis a pleasure-giving ground . Oh ! my H—l—d ! blest with thee , I'd the raging storm defy , In thy smiles , I live , am free ; When thou frownest , I must die .