poem on sensibility
sensibility, how charming,
dearest nancy, thou st tell;
but distress, with horrors arming,
thou as! hast known too well!
fairest flower, behold the lily
blooming in the sunny ray:
let the bst sweep o'er the valley,
see it prostrate in the cy.
hear the wood rk charm the forest,
telling o'er his little joys;
but as! a prey the surest
to each pirate of the skies.
dearly bought the hidden treasure
finer feelings bestow:
chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
thrill the deepest notes of woe.