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SONNET II. TO DELIA. 1766.
Thrice has the Year its varied circuit run,
And swiftly, Delia, have the moments flown,
Since with my love for Thee my care begun,
To improve thy tender mind to science prone.
And swiftly, Delia, have the moments flown,
Since with my love for Thee my care begun,
To improve thy tender mind to science prone.
The flatteries of my sex I bade Thee shun,
I bade Thee shun the manners of thy own;
Fictitious manners, by example won,
That ill for loss of innocence atone!
I bade Thee shun the manners of thy own;
Fictitious manners, by example won,
That ill for loss of innocence atone!
Say, generous Maiden, in whose gentle breast
Dwells simple Nature, undisguis'd by Art,
Now amply tried by Time's unerring test,
How just the dictates of this faithful heart;
Which, with the joys thy favouring smiles impart,
Deems all its care repaid, itself supremely blest!
Dwells simple Nature, undisguis'd by Art,
Now amply tried by Time's unerring test,
How just the dictates of this faithful heart;
Which, with the joys thy favouring smiles impart,
Deems all its care repaid, itself supremely blest!
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