Dear nymph of a feeling, and delicate mind! Whose eye the rash tears of timidity blind, When fancy alarm'd takes a heart-chilling hue, And the prospect of life is all dark in thy view,...
"Can mothers of our English isle, The pride of all the earth, From any tribe of tender brutes, A mother's duly learn?" So to a shepherd of the Alps, A guest of noble birth,...
Ingratitude! of earth the shame! Thou monster, at whose hated name, The nerves of kindness ake; Would I could drive thee from mankind, By telling how a grateful mind, Once dignified a snake. ...