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RAG.781.026
24 Jul 1781:21 (7/393)
Poems, etc. by the late Thomas Lord Lyttleton.
TO LADY CAT---N A--N--Y, ON HER DEPARTURE FOR IRELAND.
So may old Nereus smooth the swelling tide,
While you, like Venus, o'er the billows glide;
So may soft zephyrs fill your curled sails,
And the sweet south attend with prosperous gales.
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But when thy voice divine, to their rude ear,
Sounds yet unheard and heav'nly strains shall bear,
In stupid rapture list'ning they shall stand,
As if enchanted by the puissant wand
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