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a Frances, eldest daughter of the honourable Henry Thynne, only fon of Thomas first Viscount Weymouth. She was married to Algernon Earl Hertford afterwards Duke of Somerset, and died at Percy Lodge VOL. V. A
Amid the sprightly scenes of morn,
Will aught the Mufe inspire ?
Some panting, timorous hare pursue ;
Say, does she smooth her lawns for you?
The wretched fwain your sport survey ;
He finds his labour'd crops a prey;
Haply beneath your ravage bleed,
July 7, 1754. She was the intimate friend of Mrs. Rowe, on whose death the wrote some verses, and likewise was auchor of the Epiftles signed Cleora, in the Collection of Letters from the Living to the Dead. Mr. Walpole says, the had as much talte for the writings of others as modefty about her own.
The proud, the selfish boast disown :
Nor ever the defenceless train
Does the mere landscape feast your eye?
Far other cause of glee supply?
The fource of your delight profound,
Purpling a whole horizon round?
But though, the pebbled shores among,
It mimic no unpleasing song,
Unmov'd the mountains airy pile,
O let the rural conscious Muse,
Forth to the folemn oak you bring the square,
If haply from your haunts ye stray
Nor our untutor'd sense disdain :
To relifh her supreme delight;
Or humble hare-bell paints the plain,
Or purple heath is ting'd in vain :
The mountain swells, the dale fubfides ;