Hath not bosoms swell With the salubrious fluid, when alone Your beauteous offspring, needs their milky streams. Lage 26_Line 17 WITH OTHER POEMS. By HENRY SMITHERS, = OF THE ADELPHI. Though my distracted senses should forfake me, I'll make this arm a pillow for thine head, And as thou sighing liest, and swell'd with sorrow, Creep to thy bosom, pour the balm of love Into thy soul, and kiss thee to thy rest; Then praise our God, and watch thee till the morning. OTWAY. LONDON: PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR, By T. Bensley, Bolt Court; AND SOLD BY WILLIAM MILLER, ALBEMARLE STREET; AND MESS. ARCH, CORNHILL. 1807. TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS The Princess CHARLOTTE AUGUSTA OF WALES, THESE POEMS ARE RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED, BY THE AUTHOR. |