Excerpt from PoemsGo little volume, as thou art, I would then wert more perfect - still, Thou speak'st the language of the heart, And may'st some latent good fulfill.N o fond applause awakes the strain, Yet what I feel I sometimes pen; The plaudits of t'orld are vain, And oft bestow on worthless men.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition.

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