On Delia Bid Adieu My Sad Heart
Bid adieu, my sad heart, bid adieu to thy peace
Thy pleasure is past, and thy sorrows increase;
See the shadows of evening how far they extend,
And a long night is coming, that never may end;
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Bid adieu, my sad heart, bid adieu to thy peace
Thy pleasure is past, and thy sorrows increase;
See the shadows of evening how far they extend,
And a long night is coming, that never may end;
Delia, the unkindest girl on earth,
When I besought the fair,
That favour of intrinsic worthA ringlet of her hair,
Refused that instant to