Its beauteous plumage — but, alas ! how foon Are all its glories vanifh'd, each gay ftripe How quickly loft, and fplendid now no more, Each radiant beauty blended with the made. Mr. Hervey's Contemplations on a Flower-garden: Done Into Blank Verse ... - Page 70 by James Hervey, Thomas Newcomb - 1757 - 80 pages Full view -
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