Poems on several occasions | ||
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TO A LADY.
The simple swain, where Zembla's snow
Are bound in frozen chains,
Where scarce a smile the sun bestows
To warm the sullen plains;
Are bound in frozen chains,
Where scarce a smile the sun bestows
To warm the sullen plains;
Not once conceives that sun to rise
With kinder, brighter ray,
Nor southern vales, Hesperian skies,
To bask in smiling day.
With kinder, brighter ray,
Nor southern vales, Hesperian skies,
To bask in smiling day.
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As weak my thoughts respecting thee:
Must thou, my better sun,
Because but smiling cold on me,
Be therefore warm to none?
Must thou, my better sun,
Because but smiling cold on me,
Be therefore warm to none?
Poems on several occasions | ||