Ode to the Duke of Wellington, and other poems by Robert Charles Dallas ... Written between the ages of eleven and thirteen years |
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LINES TO A YOUNG LADY
ON HER SENDING A LOCK OF HER HAIR TO THE AUTHOR.
As the sun-show'rs of April, so flagrantly flowing,
Refresh the green meads on a bright vernal day;
As the soft plaintive zephyrs, so tunefully blowing,
Exhale their sweet perfume on flow'rets of May;
Refresh the green meads on a bright vernal day;
As the soft plaintive zephyrs, so tunefully blowing,
Exhale their sweet perfume on flow'rets of May;
So the Ringlet of Beauty, which once I saw floating,
With heart-stealing grace on the neck of the fair,
Is the balm of the heart which now views it with doating,
For Cupid had kiss'd it, I safely may swear.
With heart-stealing grace on the neck of the fair,
Is the balm of the heart which now views it with doating,
For Cupid had kiss'd it, I safely may swear.
How I envy the lock which thus wantonly flying,
Hath curled with delight on the bosom of bliss,
And has lain on the lip for which lovers are sighing!
O, say, where on earth is a pleasure like this?
Hath curled with delight on the bosom of bliss,
And has lain on the lip for which lovers are sighing!
O, say, where on earth is a pleasure like this?
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Lovely Ringlet! O ever while Time is fast fleeting,
Thy sight the blest feelings of joy shall impart!
And while life's daily pulse to love's music is beating,
Her image shall rise in each throb of my heart.
Thy sight the blest feelings of joy shall impart!
And while life's daily pulse to love's music is beating,
Her image shall rise in each throb of my heart.
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