Poem of the week: Song by Lady Mary Chudleigh

2026-01-26 - 10:08

Words of stern moral advice to a besotted young man are delivered with a brisk and even sunny touch Song Why, Damon, why, why, why so pressing? The Heart you beg’s not worth possessing: Each Look, each Word, each Smile’s affected, And inward Charms are quite neglected: Then scorn her, scorn her, foolish Swain, And sigh no more, no more in vain. Continue reading...