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Her tender love at length I won ; The old man bless'd me as his son : Fresh glory was in Heav ' n—the woods Shone in fresh gold—the crystal floods Mirror'd anew fair Nature ' s face ; My speed was lightning In the chase , My heart began a fresher race ; Delora !
Mine eyes deep glow d , then shed rich tears ; I felt as young as infant years ; Myself I scarcely knew , thus thrill'd Like passion-flow ' rs with dew o ' erfill'd . I well might fear a maid so fair Would dread my rough and wild wood air , And say , ' Go hug the mountain bear ?' Delora I
I won her : as a devotee Before his shrine , so sacredly Did I my hope divine behold , Nor dar d unto my breast to fold ; Until her father , smiling quaint , Shook his white head and whisper'd faint , * She is too artless for a Saint I Delora I
Yet still the maiden would not wed , For sixteen summers o ' er her head In cloudy chariot had not rolFd The beauty of their virgin gold : And so she pray'd me to forbear My ardent suit , with such sweet air Ab real innocence doth wear : Delora !
Meantime a Neapolitan lord , Greater by title than by sword * Pass'd thro * our vale and saw thia maid : His forky tongue in poison play'd I She shrank before his bold address ; Her father besg'd him not to pfeqs A suit that did his child diajUttW : Delora !
The sublime face of Nature , even as the features of the mi » d » i > of cameleon existence , and taketh its colours from tbe human , heart . Whereof it comeo * that we hare more seasons and more senses , in perception , than hath e ' er been set down in . our calendars and philosophies .
Nor less might we say of the beneficent and beatified Lady of Magdala , who hath been mis-judged of all ages , she having lacked art to cover the divine feeling ( bat impelled her to follow and minister to one . who had M no place whereon to lay his head . "
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719 The Ballad o / Dekma ;
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 2, 1836, page 718, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2664/page/2/
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