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Poem by Thomas Gent

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Come, Jenny, let me sip the dew,
That on those coral lips doth play,
One kiss would every care subdue,
And bid my weary soul be gay.

For surely, thou wert form'd by love
To bless the suffrer's parting sigh;
In pity then, my griefs remove,
And on that bosom let me die! 

Thomas Gent

Thomas Gent's other poems:
  1. On the Portrait of the Son of J.G. Lambton, Esq
  2. Prometheus
  3. On a Delightful Drawing in my Album
  4. The Grave of Dibdin
  5. The Recall of the Hero

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