"My heart was free from care: / Love was a stranger to my breast"
— Derrick, Samuel (1724-1769)
Author
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for the author; And sold by A. Millar
Date
1755
Metaphor
"My heart was free from care: / Love was a stranger to my breast"
Metaphor in Context
I flourish'd like the summer rose,
Was blooming, young, and fair,
Each frolic scene of pleasure chose,
My heart was free from care:
Love was a stranger to my breast;
I knew no passion, to disturb my rest,
Till Celia, like the Indian sun,
Her blaze of beauty pour'd;
I gaz'd, I sigh'd, my heart was gone,
Love every sense devour'd;
I pine, I languish in the toil:
She has my heart, and glories in the spoil.
Was blooming, young, and fair,
Each frolic scene of pleasure chose,
My heart was free from care:
Love was a stranger to my breast;
I knew no passion, to disturb my rest,
Till Celia, like the Indian sun,
Her blaze of beauty pour'd;
I gaz'd, I sigh'd, my heart was gone,
Love every sense devour'd;
I pine, I languish in the toil:
She has my heart, and glories in the spoil.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "passion" and "strnager" in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
See A Collection of Original Poems. By Samuel Derrick. (London: Printed for the Author; and sold by A. Millar, in the Strand, 1755). <Link to ECCO>
Theme
Refinement
Date of Entry
03/05/2006
