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First Line: Oh, be not grieved that these my papers should
Last Line: Yet count it no disgrace that I have loved thee.
Subject(s): Grief; Life; Love; Sorrow; Sadness


Oh, be not grieved that these my papers should
Bewray unto the world how fair thou art,
Or that my wits have showed the best they could
The chastest flame that ever warmed heart.
Think not, sweet Delia, this shall be thy shame,
My muse should sound thy praise with mournful warble;
How many live, the glory of whose name
Shall rest in ice, when thine is graved in marble.
Thou mayst in after ages live esteemed,
Unburied in these lines, reserved in pureness;
These shall entomb those eyes that have redeemed
Me from the vulgar, thee from all obscureness.
Although my careful accents never moved thee,
Yet count it no disgrace that I have loved thee.





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