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poem on sensibility

sensibility, how charming,

dearest nancy, thou canst tell;

but distress, with horrors arming,

thou alas! hast known too well!

fairest flower, behold the lily

blooming in the sunny ray:

let the blast sweep o'er the valley,

see it prostrate in the clay.

hear the 18wend lark charm the forest,

telling o'er his little joys;

but alas! a prey the surest

to each pirate of the skies.

dearly bought the hidden treasure

finer feelings can bestow:

chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure

thrill the deepest notes of woe.