The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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TO CLOE.
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TO CLOE.
IMITATED FROM MARTIAL.
I could resign that eye of blue,
Howe'er its splendour used to thrill me;
And ev'n that cheek of roseate hue,—
To lose it, Cloe, scarce would kill me.
Howe'er its splendour used to thrill me;
And ev'n that cheek of roseate hue,—
To lose it, Cloe, scarce would kill me.
That snowy neck I ne'er should miss,
However much I've rav'd about it;
And sweetly as that lip can kiss,
I think I could exist without it.
However much I've rav'd about it;
And sweetly as that lip can kiss,
I think I could exist without it.
In short, so well I've learn'd to fast,
That, sooth my love, I know not whether
I might not bring myself at last,
To—do without you altogether.
That, sooth my love, I know not whether
I might not bring myself at last,
To—do without you altogether.
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