ADDRESS TO THE WINDS. SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY A LADY DURING THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER. George Monck Berkeley 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. T142950 K111746.000 Berkeley, George Monck, 1763-1793. Poems: by the late George-Monck Berkeley, Esq. ... With a preface by the editor, consisting of some anecdotes of Mr. Monck Berkeley and several of his friends. London printed by J. Nichols; and sold by Messrs. Leigh and Sotheby; Mr. Edwards; Mr. Cooke, Oxford; Mr. Todd, York; Messrs. Simmons and Co.; Messrs. Flackton, Marrable, and Claris; and Mr. Bristow, Canterbury 1797 p. 36. viii,DCXXXII,212p.,plate: port.; 4⁰.

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ADDRESS TO THE WINDS . SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY A LADY DURING THE ABSENCE OF HER LOVER . TO MISS MUNROE . YE ruthless winds , whose boist'rous sweep Awakes to rage the boiling deep ; Who mock the seaman's fruitless toil , And Ocean glut with frequent spoil ; To me restore the favour'd youth , Who , kneeling , vow'd eternal truth ; Whose tender tale , devoid of art , Has charm'd my soul , and won my heart ; O! swift from India's venal strand , Conduct him to his native land ; His wealth to you I here resign , His tender heart alone be mine .