The town girl now threatens。，
。， Upon her breast would die.
。， By new-born flow'rs that full of dew-drops hung;The youthful day awoke with ecstacy,And all things quicken'd were, to quicken me.
No one talks more than a Poet;Fain he'd have the people know it.。， It shed all around;A bee came thither
。， Conceal ye my rapture.
In silent corner。，
。， CANTATAS.IdyllRinaldoThe First Walpurgis-Night
THE YOUNG GENTLEMAN.。，
THE TRANSLATOR'S ORIGINAL DEDICATION.。， 1791.-----THE CONVERT.
And thoult win her, take my word;He who's quick and saucy too,。，
Would that such moments ne'er would end!。，