<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=551330" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elegy XIV: To Delia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What Scenes of Bliss my raptur'd Fancy fram'd,<br>In some lone Spot with Peace and thee retir'd,<br>Tho' Reason then my sanguine Fondness blam'd,<br>I still believ'd what flatt'ring Love inspir'd:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But now my Wrongs have taught my humbled Mind,<br>To dangerous Bliss no longer to pretend,<br>In Books, a calm but fixt Content to find,<br>Safe Joys, that on our selves alone depend:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With them the gentle Moments I beguile,<br>In learned Ease, and elegant Delight,<br>Compare the Beauties of each different Stile,<br>Each various Ray of Wit's diffusive Light:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now mark the Strength of Milton's sacred Lines,<br>Sense rais'd by Genius, Fancy rul'd by Art,<br>Where all the Glory of the God-head shines,<br>And earliest Innocence inchants the Heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now fir'd by Pope and Virtue leave the Age<br>In low Pursuit of self-undoing Wrong,<br>And trace the Author thro' his moral Page,<br>Whose blameless Life still answers to his Song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>If Time and Books my lingring Pain can heal,<br>And Reason fix it's Empire o'er my Heart,<br>My Patriot Breast a nobler Warmth shall feel,<br>And glow with Love where Weakness has no part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thy Heart, O Lyttleton, shall be my Guide,<br>It's Fire shall warm me, and it's Worth improve,<br>Thy Heart, above all Envy, and all Pride,<br>Firm as Man's Sense, and soft as Woman's Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And you, O West, with her your Partner dear,<br>Whom social Mirth and useful Sense commend,<br>With Learning's Feast my drooping Mind shall chear,<br>Glad to escape from Love to such a Friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But why, so long my weaker Heart deceive?<br>Ah still I love in Pride and Reason's Spite,<br>No Books, alas my painful Thoughts relieve,<br>And while I threat, this Elegy I write.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Hammond">James Hammond</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=551330" data-title="Elegy XIV: To Delia de James Hammond" data-description="What Scenes of Bliss my raptur'd Fancy fram'd, In some lone Spot with Peace and thee retir'd, Tho' Reason then my sanguine Fondness blam'd, I still believ'd what flatt'ring Love inspir'd: But now my Wrongs have taught my humbled Mind, To dangero..."></div> </div> </div>

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