ACROSTIC
ON
MISS
[
ELEANOR
HOYLAND
]
.
1768.
ENCHANTING
is
the
mighty
power
of
Love
;
Life
stript
of
amorous
joys
would
irksome
prove
;
Ev'n
Heaven's
great
Thund'rer
woreth
'
easy
chain
,
And
over
all
the
world
,
Love
keeps
his
reign
;
No
human
heart
can
bear
the
piercing
blade
,
Or
I
than
others
,
am
more
tender
made
.
Right
thro'
my
heart
a
burning
arrow
drove
,
Hoyland's
bright
eyes
,
were
made
the
bows
of
Love
.
Oh
!
torture
,
inexpressibly
severe
!
You
are
the
pleasing
Author
of
my
care
;
Look
down
,
fair
Angel
,
on
a
Swain
distrest
,
A
gracious
smile
from
you
would
make
me
blest
.
Nothing
but
that
blest
favour
stills
my
grief
,
Death
,
that
denied
,
will
quickly
give
relief
.