William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Verses: Why write my name midst songs and flowersFrancis Jeffrey (17731850)
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To meet the eye of lady gay?
I have no voice for lady’s bowers—
For page like this no fitting lay.
At witching call of sprightly joys,
Mine is the brow that never frown’d
On laughing lips, or sparkling eyes.
The youthful paradise of Love,
Yet can I bless, with soul compos’d,
The lingerers in that happy grove!
Where’er amid its charms you roam;
Or where, by western hill or lake,
You brighten a serener home.
Here with the sister beauty’s blends,
Laugh not to scorn the humbler aim,
That to their list would add a friend’s!