The Harp of Erin Containing the Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Dermody. In Two Volumes |
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HYMN TO BEAUTY. |
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HYMN TO BEAUTY.
Mistress of magic wiles, whose humid
glance,
Transparent bloom, and soft celestial air,
So oft my breast have steep'd in heav'nly trance,
And chas'd with rosy smile delighted care;
Transparent bloom, and soft celestial air,
So oft my breast have steep'd in heav'nly trance,
And chas'd with rosy smile delighted care;
Still let thy charming agonies invade;
Thy panting pleasure, thy voluptuous pain.
Still let me clasp thy semblance in the shade,
Oh! still enrol me with thy laughing train.
Thy panting pleasure, thy voluptuous pain.
Still let me clasp thy semblance in the shade,
Oh! still enrol me with thy laughing train.
O'er Plato's sapient thought 'twas thou didst stream
Visions of joy and philosophic bliss;
And sweetest still has been the poet's dream,
Nectareous flavour'd by a fragrant kiss.
Visions of joy and philosophic bliss;
And sweetest still has been the poet's dream,
Nectareous flavour'd by a fragrant kiss.
Whence doth bright Painting cull her graceful line,
Her glowing tints, her captivating dyes;
And whence the poet form his fair design;
But from th' inspiring lustre of thine eyes?
Her glowing tints, her captivating dyes;
And whence the poet form his fair design;
But from th' inspiring lustre of thine eyes?
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Those heaving hillocks where twin-strawb'ries
grow,
Though flutt'ring Loves the blissful confines keep,
Insatiate let me print their yielding snow,
And press the pouting cherry on thy lip.
Though flutt'ring Loves the blissful confines keep,
Insatiate let me print their yielding snow,
And press the pouting cherry on thy lip.
Askance pale Care, a wither'd crone, may view
Envious the glowing fold he can't enjoy;
But still to youth and youthful passion true,
Be mine the transport prudence would destroy.
Envious the glowing fold he can't enjoy;
But still to youth and youthful passion true,
Be mine the transport prudence would destroy.
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