The Poetical Works of Anna Seward With Extracts from her Literary Correspondence. Edited by Walter Scott ... In Three Volumes |
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TO THE YOUNG MARRIED LADY WHO HUMANELY PURCHASES THIS TRIFLE.
SEPTEMBER 1800.
If, gentle Lady, thou hast paid
Thy faithful vows at Hymen's shrine,
Oft in these silken folds be laid
Each tender animated line,
Thy faithful vows at Hymen's shrine,
Oft in these silken folds be laid
Each tender animated line,
Which absent Love sincerely pours
As business urges forc'd delay;
Kind sun-beams of the winter'd hours,
When thy dear Lord is far away.
As business urges forc'd delay;
Kind sun-beams of the winter'd hours,
When thy dear Lord is far away.
And, gentle Lady, round thy knees
Do blooming infants gaily sport,
With duteous smiles essay to please,
With lifted eyes thy favour court?
Do blooming infants gaily sport,
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With lifted eyes thy favour court?
O! may their virtues noon-tide rays,
That now, in Life's fresh morning dawn,
Illuminate thy waning days,
When Time's dim veils are o'er thee drawn!
That now, in Life's fresh morning dawn,
Illuminate thy waning days,
When Time's dim veils are o'er thee drawn!
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