Argument. - The poet starts from the Bowling Green to take his sweetheart up to Thompson's for an ice, or (if she is inclined for more) ices. He confines his muse to matters which any every-day man and young woman may see in ta...
I will throw by my book. The weariness Of too much study presses on my brain, And thought's close fetter binds upon my brow Like a distraction, and I must give o'er....
I was in Greece. It was the hour of noon, And the 'gean wind had dropped asleep Upon Hymettus, and the thymy isles Of Salamis and 'gina lay hung Like clouds upon the bright and breathless sea....
They may talk of love in a cottage And bowers of trellised vine, Of nature bewitchingly simple, And milkmaids half divine; They may talk of the pleasure of sleeping In the shade of a spreading tree,...