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Poem by John Codrington Bampfylde


In Praise of Delia


Cold is the senseless heart, that never strove
With the mild tumult of a real flame,
Rugged the breast that beauty cannot tame
Nor youth's enlivening graces teach to love.
The pathless vale, the long forsaken grove,
The rocky cave that bears the fair one's name,
With ivy mantled over. For empty fame
Let him amidst the rabble toil, or rove
For plunder far to western clime.
Give me to waste the hours in amorous play
With Delia, beauteous maid; or build the rhyme
Praising her flowing hair, her snowy arms,
And all that prodigality of charms
Formed to enslave my heart and grace my lay.



John Codrington Bampfylde


John Codrington Bampfylde's other poems:
  1. Sonnet to the Redbreast
  2. Sonnet. On the Morning
  3. Sonnet on Hearing the Torture was Suppressed
  4. Written at a Farm
  5. On a Frightful Dream


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