The poetical works of William Motherwell With memoir. By James M'Conechy. Third edition, greatly enlarged |
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I never dreamed that lips so sweet,
That eyes of such a heavenly hue,
Were framed for falsehood and deceit,
Would prove, as they have proved—untrue.
That eyes of such a heavenly hue,
Were framed for falsehood and deceit,
Would prove, as they have proved—untrue.
Methought if love on earth e'er shone,
'Twas in the temple of thine eyes,
And if truth's accents e'er were known,
'Twas in the music of thy sighs.
'Twas in the temple of thine eyes,
And if truth's accents e'er were known,
'Twas in the music of thy sighs.
Has then thy love been all a show,
Thy plighted truth an acted part—
Did no affection ever glow
In the chill region of that heart?
Thy plighted truth an acted part—
Did no affection ever glow
In the chill region of that heart?
And could'st thou seem to me to cling
Like tendril of the clasping vine,
Yet all prove vain imagining,
Thy soul yield no response to mine?
Like tendril of the clasping vine,
Yet all prove vain imagining,
Thy soul yield no response to mine?
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It has been so—so let it be—
Rejoice, thou false one, in thy guile,
Others, perhaps, may censure thee,
I would not dim thy fickle smile.
Rejoice, thou false one, in thy guile,
Others, perhaps, may censure thee,
I would not dim thy fickle smile.
Farewell!—In kindness I would part,
As once I deemed in love we met—
Farewell!—This wrong'd and bleeding heart
Can thee Forgive, but not Forget!
As once I deemed in love we met—
Farewell!—This wrong'd and bleeding heart
Can thee Forgive, but not Forget!
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