ODE to a THRUSH. Elizabeth Pennington 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. T131163 K104099.005 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. V. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 313-314. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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ODE to a THRUSH . By Miss P*** SWEET warbler ! to whose artless song Soft Music's native powers belong , Here fix thy haunt ; and o'er these plains Still pour thy wild untutor'd strains , Still hail the morn with sprightly lay , And sweetly hymn the parting day : But sprightlier still , and sweeter pour Thy song o'er Flavia's favorite bower ; There softly breathe the vary'd sound , And chant thy loves , or woes around . So may'st thou live securely blest , And no rude storms disturb thy nest ; No bird-lime twig , or gin annoy , Or cruel gun thy brood destroy ; No want of shelter may'st thou know , Which Ripton's lofty shades bestow ; No dearth of winter berries fear , But haws and hips blush half the year .