- Full Text
- Sweet bud to Myra’s bosom go And live beneath her eye; There in the sun of beauty blow Or taste of heaven and die Sweet earnest of the Blooming year, Whose dawning beauties speak The budding blush of summer neaaaaar, The summer on her check. Bless’d emblem of the maid I love, Resembling beauty’s morn, To Myra’s bosom hast, and prove One rose without a thorn
- Listed on Page Number
- 257
- Sampler Worked By
- Mary Furlong
- Date of Sampler
- 1806
- Place Sampler Made
- n.p.
- Sampler Listed on Page
- 159
- Author/Publication/Country/Date
- Theophilus Swift, Esq. “To a Young Lady with Rose-bud”
- Notes
- Anthologia: A Collection of Epigrams, Ludicrous Epitaphs, Sonnets, Tale…. #158
Sampler uses the first six lines of the poem.