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UPON THE REV. MR. C——’S IMPROMPTU COMPOSITIONS OF SOME OF BOWLES’S SONNETS.
No sweeter verse did e’er inspire A kindred Muse with all its fire; Nor sweeter strains could Music lend, To sooth the sorrows of her friend. Associate Genius bids them flow With sounds that give a charm to woe; We weep as tho’ it were our own, As if our hearts were play’d upon.