The poems and literary prose of Alexander Wilson ... for the first time fully collected and compared with the original and early editions ... edited ... by the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart ... with portrait, illustrations, &c |
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TO DELIA.
ON HER INSISTING TO KNOW WHO WAS THE SUBJECT OF A CERTAIN PANEGYRIC.
Beauteous maid! no more enquire on
Who thus warms my raptur'd strain;
Here I'll strive to paint the fair one,
Though, alas! I strive in vain.
Who thus warms my raptur'd strain;
Here I'll strive to paint the fair one,
Though, alas! I strive in vain.
Tall and graceful is her stature;
Loose and dazzling is her dress;
Cupids sport in every feature,
And in ev'ry jet-black tress.
Loose and dazzling is her dress;
Cupids sport in every feature,
And in ev'ry jet-black tress.
Mild she's as the dewy morning,
When exulting warblers sing;
As the Summer beams adorning,
Modest as the blushing Spring.
When exulting warblers sing;
As the Summer beams adorning,
Modest as the blushing Spring.
She talks—my soul is held in capture,
When she smiles, 'tis matchless bliss;
She sings—and, oh! I'm all in rapture:
Gods! was ever joy like this?
When she smiles, 'tis matchless bliss;
She sings—and, oh! I'm all in rapture:
Gods! was ever joy like this?
Were my treasures high as heaven,
Vast as earth and deep as hell;
Richest gems from India riven—
All I'd give with her to dwell.
Vast as earth and deep as hell;
Richest gems from India riven—
All I'd give with her to dwell.
Would you wish to see this Venus,
This most sweet of all that's fair?
Ne'er with guesses rack your genius;
Look your glass—you'll see her there.
This most sweet of all that's fair?
Ne'er with guesses rack your genius;
Look your glass—you'll see her there.
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