Kinder Wood, A Prospect of Manchester and its Neighbourhood… (1813)
“ Oh when, or oh where shall this poor heart have rest?Since the cold earth lies heavy on Corydon's breast.Ob! cold are the lips of the youth that I lov'd, And gone the emotions he glanced from his eye, And still is that heart which so constantly prov'd How my presence was dear, as it rose in a sigh. Oh when, or oh where shall this poor heart have rest? Since the cold earth lies heavy on Corydon's breast.And see the pensive form glides lonely near, With languid eye and melancholy air;To deep despair a prey, her wandering mind Starts at the straw, and trembles at the wind. ”
