Poem by Oliver Goldsmith

From the Latin of Vida

Say, heavenly muse, their youthful frays rehearse;
Begin, ye daughters of immortal verse.
Exulting rocks have own’d the power of song,
And rivers listen’d as they flow’d along.

1. An Author's Bedchamber
2. Song, from the Comedy of “She Stoops to Conquer”
3. On Seeing a Lady Perform a Certain Character
4. On the Death of the Right Hounourable
5. An Elegy on the Glory of Her Sex, Mrs Mary Blaize

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