Found in 2 poems.
- 105When Sense and Wit with Poesy allied,
- 810What! must deserted Poesy still weep
- 811Where her last hopes with pious COWPER sleep?
- 812Unless, perchance, from his cold bier she turns,
- 813To deck the turf that wraps her minstrel, BURNS!
- 816Yet still some genuine sons 'tis hers to boast,
- 51She bore no other name than Poesy;