AN AUNT'S LAMENTATION FOR THE ABSENCE OF HER NIECE. WRITTEN FROM HASTINGS. Mary Alcock (née Cumberland) 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. T86344 Alcock [née Cumberland], Mary, 1741?–1798. Poems, &c. &c. by the Late Mrs. Mary Alcock [poems only]. London Printed for C. Dilly, Poultry 1799 pp. 56-58. vii,[25],183,[1]p.

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AN AUNT'S LAMENTATION FOR THE ABSENCE OF HER NIECE . WRITTEN FROM HASTINGS . Like as the dove I sit alone , Dejected , pale , and wan , Without a friend to hear me moan The loss of Marianne . Now on the raging deep I gaze , And all it's wonders scan , Yet still my thoughts revert always To thee , my Marianne . Now o'er my book , my work I pore , But do whate'er I can , My book , my work will charm no more , I've lost my Marianne . The other morn the fifers play'd , I to the window ran , And as the music pass'd , I said , Where , where is Marianne ? Oft as I hear the sailors bawl For Susan or for Nan , Alas , I cry , Oh that a call Would bring me Marianne ! Now on the beach forlorn I stray , Nor know the face of man , Yet all would please , each scene be gay , Had I my Marianne . With her each hour I could employ , And still new pleasures plan , For ev'ry hour 'twould be my joy To please my Marianne . Ah could I view her face I'd fly From Beersheba to Dan , No land , no sea beneath the sky Should part my Marianne .