SONG. Written in the Year 1733. George Lyttelton, 1st Baron Lyttelton Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T131163 K104099.002 Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. II. London printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley 1763 [1st ed. 1758] pp. 47-48. 6v.: music; 8⁰.

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SONG . Written in the Year 1733. By the Same . I. THE heavy hours are almost past That part my Love and me ; My longing eyes may hope at last , Their only wish to see . II . But how , my Delia , will you meet The man you've lost so long ? Will Love in all your pulses beat , And tremble on your tongue ? III . Will you in every look declare Your heart is still the same ? And heal each idly anxious care Our fears in absence frame ? IV . Thus , Delia , thus I paint the scene , When shortly we shall meet , And try what yet remains between Of loit'ring time to cheat . V. But if the dream that sooths my mind Shall false and groundless prove ; If I am doom'd at length to find You have forgot to love ; VI . All I of Venus ask , is this ; No more to let us join ; But grant me here the flatt'ring bliss , To Die and Think you mine .