Poems Consisting Of Essays, Lyric, Elegiac, &c. By Thomas Dermody. Written between the 13th and 16th Year of his Age |
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ELEGY TO FLORELIA. |
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ELEGY TO FLORELIA.
I
Ah, fair Florelia, wilt thou, still unkind,Affection's aching heart, with anguish fill,
Tear every nerve of his too feeling mind,
And bid his sad breast exquisitely thrill.
II
My midnight dream, my lovely pride all day,My tender tyrant, my corroding balm,
Could my dumb pillow speak, what would it say?
Could tears, and glowing pray'rs thy anger calm?
III
Dear, beauteous torment, amiably severe,In vain I strive to shun thy killing eye,
Remembrance views it with a falling tear,
And haunted Fancy feels it with a sigh.
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IV
Whene'er I mark some high dome's tow'ring pride,Then, only then, doth Envy stain my breast,
O! could I there, (I often cry) reside,
Perchance, my fair would make me more than blest!
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Oft with a pang, too, the low hut I view,'Rapt, could I call the woodbine lattice mine,
More than a palace when adorn'd by you,
Your charms, my love, would bid the cottage shine.
VI
What heav'nly transport at our past'ral care,To meet with smiles, the sweet salute of morn,
To cull the softest flow'rets for my fair,
And pluck from the young bud its latent thorn!
VII
Love would be all our precious store, indeed,Save some few flocks thy Damon's patron lends;
What then? sweet love would people all the mead;
Sweet love would gain us favourites and friends.
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VIII
Delicious extacy, to gaze thy charms,With ardent glance, deeply enamour'd, o'er,
To seek a matchless comfort in thy arms,
Kind heav'ns! and could I ask a nobler store?
IX
No; let the miser watch his hoarded heap,And the loose libertine, profusely, rove,
Be mine to guard my angel's rapt'rous sleep,
And still admire with “looks of cordial love.”
X
Hear, then, oh, hear my pure, eternal pray'r,And cheer my bosom, thou who can'st alone;
All thy fond cares, concentrate in my care,
And make thy happiness, and mine, but one.
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