R. D. Blackmore,
Fringilla: Some Tales In Verse
“ Glycera "Nay, heed me not. True pleasure is not dry; The sunrise of the heart bedews the eye." Pausias "If that were all—but lately there hath been A listless air beneath thy livery mien; Thyself art all fair petal, and sweet perfume, And smiles that light the damask of thy bloom; Yet some, pale distance seems to chill the whole." Glycera "Forgive me, love, forgive a timorous soul. ”
