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There is a pleasure in poetic pains
Which only Poets know " ;~'tuas rightly said;
Whom oould the Muses else allure to tread
Their smoothest paths, to wear their lightest chains ?
When happiest Fancy has inspired the strains,
How oft the malice of one luckless word
Pursues the Enthusiast to the social board,
Haunts him belated on the silent plains !
Yet he repines not, if his thought stand clear,
At last, of hindrance and obscurity,
Fresh as the star that crowns the brow of morn;
Bright, speckless, as a softly-moulded tear
The moment it has left the virgin's eye,
Or rain-drop lingering on the pointed thorn.

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To the Daisy · · · · · ·
Louisa
Fidelity
She was a Phantom of delight .
The Redbreast and the Butterfly
The Sailor's Mother . . . .
To the Small Celandine .
To the same Flower . . .
- Character of the Happy Warrior ..

The Horn of Egremont Castle . .
The Affliction of Margaret of
The Kitten and the falling Leaves . .
The Seven Sisters, or the Solitude of Binnorie .
To H. C., six Years old . . . .
Among all lovely things my Love had been
I travelld among unknown Men . . .
Ode to Duty . . . . . ...

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