A ROYAL POET.
span style="color:grey">ors lovers be, this May;
<span style="color:grey">Come, summer, come, t season and sun.
As ens to tes of to one of tender and unde?nable reveries, whis delicious season.
ten read, and ure into ecstasy and song. If it really be so great a felicity, and if it be a boon to t insigni?cant beings, s enjoyments?
<span style="color:grey">Oft may this be,
<span style="color:grey">t love is of suc and kynde?
<span style="color:grey">t h care and charge,
<span style="color:grey"> + to him, or done offense,
<span style="color:grey">t I am t large?
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+ Gilt, w injury c.
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t resemblance to t of Cs tale, y of tual fact to t in ion of turesque and minute manner of er, and, being doubtless taken from t portrait of a beauty of t day. icle of of pearl, splendent con?ned o t;goodly c;* about , t seemed, e bosom. e tissue o enable o tendants, and about ed a little ed alian e symmetry among t times.
James closes ion by a burst of general eulogium:
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