English poem
Air.--Bass
by Anna Seward
Mix’d with the rising wind his groan;— Mark it, proud Troy! the welcome sound Respites thine altars and thy throne, Tho’ fierce Tydides thunder round.
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- After Having Visited Miss More, and Her Sisters at Cowslip Green, Near Bristol, in August 1791
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- And the Inhabitants of its Environs
- Apology for Not Accepting His Invitation to a Masquerade-Ball at His Seat, Drakelow, in Staffordshire