English Poetry. John Wolcot. Delia. Джон Вулкотт.

John Wolcot (Джон Вулкотт)

Delia

     A Pastoral Elegy

Lo, the pride of the village is dead!
Lo, the bloom of our vale is no more!
Now SORROW sits dumb in the shade,
Where RAPTURE oft carol'd before.

Like the Morn, she enliven'd the groves;
Like the Summer, gave life to the swain;
For her smile was the seat of the LOVES,
And her voice the sweet song of the plain!

O DELIA, divine is thy name!
Thy merits we all shall revere;
We shall dwell with delight on thy fame,
And think of thy loss with a tear.

Ev'n our children shall lisp in thy praise!
Their Instructress shall INNOCENCE be;
Who their little ambition shall raise,
To resemble a Fair-one like Thee.

Though lodg'd in a Church-yard so drear
Which the yew-tree surrounds with its gloom;
Thy virtue a sun shall appear,
And thy graces be flow'rs on thy tomb.

John Wolcot’s other poems:

1. Karn-brae, a Druid Ode
2. Modes of Courtship. Devonshire Hob’s Love
3. Lines intended to be subjoined to Dryden’s Ode on Alexander’s Feast
4. Pastoral Ballad
5. In Imitation of Spenser, Written at Santa Cruz

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

Henry Longfellow (Генри Лонгфелло) Delia (“Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives”)

895

To the dedicated English version of this website

---