• Did not my muse (what can she less?)

    Perceive her own unworthiness,

    Could she by some well chosen theme,

    But hope to merit your esteem,

    She would not thus conceal her lays,

    Ambitious to deserve your praise.

    But should my Delia take offence,

    And frown on her impertinence,

    In...

  • Apology for Her

    Be rendered by the Bee —

    Herself, without a Parliament

    Apology for Me.

  • When, in the miser's eager gaze,

        His countless treasures lie,

    Then most his coward spirit sinks,

        With dread of poverty.


    And when I felt within my grasp,

        The treasure of thy love;

    The insatiate avarice of the heart

        Fierce with my spirit strove.


    It...