A Collection of Original Poems | ||
To DELIA:
Occasion'd by her telling the Author, he seem'd insensible of Love.
Stella, the blooming Delia cry'd,Your heart is cold as snow;
Yet long that heart in friendship try'd,
Has felt the warmest glow.
Why should'st thou wish, unthinking maid,
To see her in love's snare,
Who know'st the lordly sex upbraid,
The girl who is not fair.
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They'd triumph in the chain;
But should he pierce poor Stella's heart,
The nymph must sigh in vain.
Unerring Nature, kind in all,
To each assign'd her part;
Gave thee, to hold the world in thrall,
Her, a well guarded heart.
A Collection of Original Poems | ||