TO DELLA CRUSCA. THE PEN. Hannah Cowley (née Parkhouse) 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. 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. []-15. [8],139,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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TO DELLA CRUSCA . THE PEN . O ! SEIZE again thy golden quill , And with its point my bosom thrill ; With magic touch explore my heart , And bid the tear of passion start . Thy golden quill APOLLO gave — Drench'd first in bright Aonia's wave : He snatch'd it flutt'ring thro' the sky , Borne on the vapour of a sigh : It fell from Cupid's burnish'd wing As forcefully he drew the string Which sent his keenest , surest dart Thro' a rebellious frozen heart ; That had till then defy'd his pow'r , And vacant beat thro' each dull hour . Be worthy then the sacred loan ! Seated on Fancy's air-built throne , Immerse it in her rainbow hues , Nor , what the Godheads bid , refuse ! APOLLO , CUPID , shall inspire , And aid thee with their blended fire , The one poetic language give , The other bid thy passion live ; With soft ideas fill thy lays , And crown with LOVE thy wint'ry days ! ANNA MATILDA .