The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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[Nay, do not weep, my Fanny dear] |
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| III, IV. |
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| VI, VII. |
| VIII, IX. |
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118
[Nay, do not weep, my Fanny dear]
Nay, do not weep, my Fanny dear;
While in these arms you lie,
This world hath not a wish, a fear,
That ought to cost that eye a tear,
That heart, one single sigh.
While in these arms you lie,
This world hath not a wish, a fear,
That ought to cost that eye a tear,
That heart, one single sigh.
The world!—ah, Fanny, Love must shun
The paths where many rove;
One bosom to recline upon,
One heart to be his only-one,
Are quite enough for Love.
The paths where many rove;
One bosom to recline upon,
One heart to be his only-one,
Are quite enough for Love.
What can we wish, that is not here
Between your arms and mine?
Is there, on earth, a space so dear
As that within the happy sphere
Two loving arms entwine?
Between your arms and mine?
Is there, on earth, a space so dear
As that within the happy sphere
Two loving arms entwine?
119
For me, there's not a lock of jet
Adown your temples curl'd,
Within whose glossy, tangling net,
My soul doth not, at once, forget
All, all this worthless world.
Adown your temples curl'd,
Within whose glossy, tangling net,
My soul doth not, at once, forget
All, all this worthless world.
Tis in those eyes, so full of love,
My only worlds I see;
Let but their orbs in sunshine move,
And earth below and skies above
May frown or smile for me.
My only worlds I see;
Let but their orbs in sunshine move,
And earth below and skies above
May frown or smile for me.
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