The Works of Peter Pindar [i.e. John Wolcot] ... With a Copious Index. To which is prefixed Some Account of his Life. In Four Volumes |
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TO DELIA.
Whilst poets pour their happiest lays,
And call thee ev'ry thing divine;
Not quite so lavish in thy praise,
To censure be the province mine.
And call thee ev'ry thing divine;
Not quite so lavish in thy praise,
To censure be the province mine.
Though born with talents to surprise,
Thou seldom dost those pow'rs display:
Thus seem they trifling in thy eyes;
Thus Heav'n's best gifts are thrown away.
Thou seldom dost those pow'rs display:
Thus seem they trifling in thy eyes;
Thus Heav'n's best gifts are thrown away.
Though rich in charms, thou know'st it not;
Such is thine ignorance profound:
And then such cruelty thy lot,
Thy sweetest smile inflicts a wound.
Such is thine ignorance profound:
And then such cruelty thy lot,
Thy sweetest smile inflicts a wound.
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