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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T90094 K073164.000 Cowley, Mrs. (Hannah), 1743-1809. The Poetry of Anna Matilda. London printed by John Bell, British Library, Strand, Bookseller to His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales. M DCC LXXXVIII. 1788 pp. []-13. [8],139,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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THE ADIEU AND RECALL TO LOVE . Go , idle Boy ! I quit thy pow'r ; Thy couch of many a thorn and flow'r ; Thy twanging bow , thine arrow keen , Deceitful Beauty's timid mien ; The feign'd surprize , the roguish leer , The tender smile , the thrilling tear , Have now no pangs , no joys for me , So fare thee well , for I am free ! Then flutter hence on wanton wing , Or lave thee in yon lucid spring , Or take thy bev'rage from the rose , Or on Louisa's breast repose : I wish thee well for pleasures past , Yet bless the hour , I'm free at last . But sure , methinks , the alter'd day Scatters around a mournful ray ; And chilling ev'ry zephyr blows , And ev'ry stream untuneful flows ; No rapture swells the linnet's voice , No more the vocal groves rejoice ; And e'en thy song , sweet Bird of Eve ! With whom I lov'd so oft to grieve , Now scarce regarded meets my ear , Unanswer'd by a sigh or tear . No more with devious step I choose To brush the mountain's morning dews ; To drink the spirit of the breeze , Or wander midst o'er-arching trees ; Or woo with undisturb'd delight , The pale-cheek'd Virgin of the Night , That piercing thro' the leafy bow'r , Throws on the ground a silv'ry show'r . Alas ! is all this boasted ease , To lose each warm desire to please , No sweet solicitude to know For others bliss , for others woe , A frozen apathy to find , A sad vacuity of mind ? O hasten back , then , idle Boy , And with thine anguish bring thy joy ! Return with all thy torments here , And let me hope , and doubt , and fear . O rend my heart with ev'ry pain ! But let me , let me love again . DELLA CRUSCA .