The aim of Transcribe Georgian Papers is to produce useable text documents of the manuscript materials and not critical editions. Please be aware this document may contain errors in the transcription.
Found an error? Please report errors and issues in the transcription to transcribegpp@wm.edu.
Her face was veil'd yet to my fancied sight Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shin'd .... But Oh, as to embrace me she inclin'd I [[underline]] walk'd, she fled, & day brought back my night. [[/underline]] [[underline]] on his Wife Milton [[/underline]] Ah what is't to me that the Grasshopper sings Or what that the meadows are fair That like little flowrets, if mounted on wings The Butterflies flaunt it in air [[underline]] Cunningham [[/underline]] it was his love, it is not his pity can comfort me in disgrace
