Rev. Paul Columbine
1697/8 - 1784
TO MRS. ROBINSON:
WHAT Voice, attun'd to the soft Lesbian Lute
Breathes in this rugged clime such accents clear?
What British SAPPHo warbles through the Year
When every Grecian Grove is lorn and mute?
The MUSES and the GRACES held dispute
Which, at her Birth, the blooming Babe should rear:
Their blended Gifts in her so bright appear,
Who would not strive to press the tender suit
To win the beauteous prize?—Where'er she moves,
Whene'er she speaks, she fascinates each eye
And winds around each heart: the tender Loves
With Genius, Taste, and varied Harmony
So breathe in her soft lay:-hoar Age approves;
While Youth, fond Youth, dissolves in ecstasy.
1697/8 - 1784
TO MRS. ROBINSON:
WHAT Voice, attun'd to the soft Lesbian Lute
Breathes in this rugged clime such accents clear?
What British SAPPHo warbles through the Year
When every Grecian Grove is lorn and mute?
The MUSES and the GRACES held dispute
Which, at her Birth, the blooming Babe should rear:
Their blended Gifts in her so bright appear,
Who would not strive to press the tender suit
To win the beauteous prize?—Where'er she moves,
Whene'er she speaks, she fascinates each eye
And winds around each heart: the tender Loves
With Genius, Taste, and varied Harmony
So breathe in her soft lay:-hoar Age approves;
While Youth, fond Youth, dissolves in ecstasy.