ODE TO SENSIBILITY. Anonymous 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. T124631 1073 K099398.000 Mendez, Moses. A collection of the most esteemed pieces of poetry: that have appeared for several years. With variety of originals, by the late Moses Mendez, Esq; and other contributors to Dodsley's collection. To which this is intended as a supplement. London printed for Richardson and Urquhart 1767 pp. 196-197. [8],320p. ; 8⁰.

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ODE TO SENSIBILITY . THanks to thee , Nymph , whose powerful hand From dulness set me free , Thy praises I'll for ever sing , Sweet Sensibility . Thy touch , so gentle and benign , Revives the torpid heart , Thou pleasure canst from pain refine , To joys new joy impart . By thee the gaudy rainbow shows More beauteous to the eye , By thee more sweetly smells the rose , And boasts a brighter dye . By thee I taste the luscious sweets Of Cloe's nectar'd kiss , By thee I laugh , or cheerful sing , And seize each transient bliss . When Cloe tunes her liquid voice , Or tries soft music's art , By thee the sounds melodious pierce , Like lightning , to the heart . By thee the poet's charming lays Our various passions move , Now fire the soul with rage , or melt To pity , or to love . By thee the scientific page The scholar's eye delights , By thee he shares the feast of wit , Or wit himself indites . With thee we taste the joys of wine , Of friendship , and of love , When thou art gone we lonely pine , Or melancholic rove .