ON A LATE QUOTATION. The generous Lord a mob accuses, Looks to the Judge for some relief; The Judge more
... Than e'er her lips may speak! Alas ! what fate is hers, who well And fondly loves, yet may not tell !J Man tells his tale beauty's ears, And notes each blush that dyes Her cheek, as chance too well she hears, Or reads her speaking eyes; But woman, like ...