...Whence fhnuld I hope, if not from heav'n and you I Nordarc I groan beneath affliction's rod, My Qucvn my mother, and my father God. The pitying Mufes faw me wit purfue, A Bo/ljrJ-fcn, alas ! on that fide too, Did not Your eyes exalt the poet's fire, And what the Mufe denies,...

...„• Snatch but from Death to facrifice to Woe. ' Hated by her from whom my Life I drew, Whence fhould I hope, if not from Heav'n and you ? Nor dare I groan...Affliction's Rod, My Queen, my Mother ; and my Father, God. And every Year as long as the Queen liv'd, he, by her Command, addrefs'da Poem to her of this Nature...

...facrifice to Woe. Hated Hated by her from whom my Life I drew, Whence fhould I hope, if not from Heav'ti Nor dare I groan beneath Affliction's Rod, My Queen, my Mother; and my Father, God. And every Year as long as the Queen liv'd, he, by her Command, addrefs'da Poem to her of this Nature...

...facrifice to woe. Unfriended Want, the firft beft plea, I knew, ••. Intitled me to hope from Heaven and You. Nor dare I groan, beneath Affliction's rod, My Queen, my Mother ; and my Father, God! Yourlelf adopted fon, no pangs endures, No more the child of forrow, now, butyoun. Oh, hear him own...

...death, a facrifice to woe. Unfriended Want, the firft beft plea, I knew, Intitkd me to hope from Heaven and You. Nor dare I groan, beneath Affliction's rod, My Queen, my Mother ; and my Father, God ? Your felt adopted fon, no pangs endures, No more the child of forrow, now, but yours. Oh, hear him...

...facrifice to Woe. Hated .by her, from whom my Life I drew, Whence fhould I hope, if not from Heaven and you ! Nor dare I groan beneath Affliction's Rod,...; and my Father, God. The pitying Mufes faw me Wit pprfue, A Ha/lard Son, alas ! on that Side too, Did not your Eyes exalt the Poet's Fire, And what the...

...my life I drew, Whence fhould I hope, if not from heav'n and Nor dare I groan beneath affliftion's rod, My Queen my mother, and my father — God. The pitying mufes faw me wit purfui; A Baftard-fon, alas I on that fide too, Did not Your eyes exalt the poet's fire, And what the...

...Snatch but from death to lacrifict• to woe. plated by her from whom my life I drew, Whence fliould I hope, if not from heav'n and You ^ Nor dare I groan beneath afflidtion's rod, My queen my mother, and my father —God. The pitying mufes faw me witpurfue ; A...

...I drew, *$ Whence mould I hope, if not from heaven and you f Nor dare I groan beneath affliftion's rod, My queen my mother, and my father— God. The pitying Mufes faw me wit purfue ; A baftard-fon, alas ! on that fide too, 3° Did not your eyes exalt the poet's fire, And what the Mufe...

...facrifice to woe. Hated by her from whom my life I drew, aj Whence (hould 1 hope, if not from heaven and you? Nor dare I groan beneath affliction's rod....my mother, and my father — God. The pitying Mufes fjw me wit purfuc ; A baltard-fon, alas ! on that fide too, 50 Did not your eyes exalt the poet's fire,...