VERSES OCCASIONED BY A PRESENT OF A MOSS ROSE-BUD, FROM MISS JACKSON OF SOUTHGATE. William Dodd 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. T116245 1137 K093079.004 Pearch, G. A collection of poems in four volumes. By several hands. Vol. IV. [The second edition]. London printed for G. Pearch 1770 pp. 230-231. 4v. ; 8⁰.

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VERSES OCCASIONED BY A PRESENT OF A MOSS ROSE-BUD , FROM MISS JACKSON OF SOUTHGATE . BY THE SAME . THE slightest of favours bestow'd by the fair With rapture we take , and with transport we wear ; But a MOSS-WOVEN ROSE-BUD , Eliza , from thee , A well-pleasing gift to a monarch would be : — Ah ! that illness , too cruel , forbidding should stand , And refuse me the gift from thine own lovely hand ! With joy I receive it , with pleasure will view , Reminded of thee by its odour and hue ; " Sweet rose ! let me tell thee , tho' charming thy bloom , " Tho' thy fragrance exceeds Saba's richest perfume : " Thy breath to Eliza's hath no fragrance in't ; " And thy bloom is but dull to her cheeks blushing tint . " Yet alas ! my fair flower , that bloom will decay , " And all thy fine beauties soon wither away ; " Tho' pluck'd by her hand , to whose touch thou must own " Harsh and rough is the cygnet's most delicate down : " Thou too , snowy hand ; — nay , I mean not to preach ; " But the Rose , lovely moralist ! suffer to teach . " " Extol not , fond maiden , thy beauties o'er mine , " They too are short-liv'd , and they too must decline ; " And small in conclusion , the difference appears " In the bloom of few days , or the bloom of few years ! " But remember a virtue the Rose hath to boast , " — Its Fragrance remains , when its Beauties are lost . "