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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.004 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. IV. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 329-330. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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The PARTING . By the Same . Written some Years after Marriage . I. THE rising sun thro' all the grove Diffus'd a gladsome ray : My Lucy smil'd , and talk'd of love , And every thing look'd gay . II . But oh ! the fatal hour was come That forc'd me from my dear : My Lucy then thro' grief was dumb , Or spoke but by a tear . III . Now far from her and bliss I roam , All nature wears a change : The azure sky seems wrapt in gloom , And every place looks strange . IV . Those flow'ry fields , this verdant scene , Yon larks that towering sing , With sad contrast increase my spleen And make me loath the spring . V. My books that wont to sooth my mind No longer now can please : There only those amusement find That have a mind at ease . VI . Nay life itself is tasteless grown From Lucy whilst I stray : Sick of the world I muse alone And sigh the live-long day . 1748.