The works of Allan Ramsay edited by Burns Martin ... and John W. Oliver [... and Alexander M. Kinghorn ... and Alexander Law] |
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DELIA.
Ye watchful Guardians of the Fair,
Who skiff on Wings of ambient Air,
Of my dear Delia take a Care,
And represent her Lover
With all the Gayety of Youth,
With Honour, Justice, Love and Truth,
Till I return, her Passions sooth
For me, in Whispers move her.
Who skiff on Wings of ambient Air,
Of my dear Delia take a Care,
And represent her Lover
With all the Gayety of Youth,
With Honour, Justice, Love and Truth,
Till I return, her Passions sooth
For me, in Whispers move her.
Be careful, no base sordid Slave,
With Soul sunk in a golden Grave,
Who knows no Virtue but to save,
With glaring Gold bewitch her.
Tell her for me she was design'd,
For me who know how to be kind,
And have more Plenty in my Mind,
Than one who's ten Times richer.
With Soul sunk in a golden Grave,
Who knows no Virtue but to save,
With glaring Gold bewitch her.
Tell her for me she was design'd,
For me who know how to be kind,
And have more Plenty in my Mind,
Than one who's ten Times richer.
Let all the World turn upside down,
And Fools run an eternal Round,
In Quest of what can ne'er be found,
To please their vain Ambition.
Let little Minds great Charms espy
In Shadows which at Distance ly,
Whose hop'd for Pleasure when come nigh,
Prove nothing in Fruition.
And Fools run an eternal Round,
In Quest of what can ne'er be found,
To please their vain Ambition.
Let little Minds great Charms espy
In Shadows which at Distance ly,
Whose hop'd for Pleasure when come nigh,
Prove nothing in Fruition.
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But cast into a Mold Divine,
Fair Delia does with Lustre shine,
Her virtuous Soul's an ample Mine,
Which yeilds a constant Treasure.
Let Poets in sublimest Lays,
Imploy their Skill her Fame to raise;
Let Sons of Musick pass whole Days,
With well tun'd Reeds to please her.
Fair Delia does with Lustre shine,
Her virtuous Soul's an ample Mine,
Which yeilds a constant Treasure.
Let Poets in sublimest Lays,
Imploy their Skill her Fame to raise;
Let Sons of Musick pass whole Days,
With well tun'd Reeds to please her.
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