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AFTER BÉRANGER.
Lizzie, one blue summer's day,
Dreaming, with a laughing awe,
All the little Loves at play
On the flowery earth, I saw;
Then you pass'd, and straight each freak,
Liz, was stay'd; with wild delight,
Swift your neck I saw them seek,
Liz, as they their mother's might;
You, for her, they took, and flew,
Cheated urchins, Liz, to you.
Dreaming, with a laughing awe,
All the little Loves at play
On the flowery earth, I saw;
Then you pass'd, and straight each freak,
Liz, was stay'd; with wild delight,
Swift your neck I saw them seek,
Liz, as they their mother's might;
You, for her, they took, and flew,
Cheated urchins, Liz, to you.
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Sweetest, to their childish eyes,
You their own dear mother seem'd;
Nor, methought, did it surprise
Me, that you they Venus deem'd;
Why, unto my full-grown sight,
Liz, I find it hard to prove,
You are not the Gods' delight,
Her who every heart can move;
Can I wonder then, they flew,
Cheated urchins, Liz, to you!
You their own dear mother seem'd;
Nor, methought, did it surprise
Me, that you they Venus deem'd;
Why, unto my full-grown sight,
Liz, I find it hard to prove,
You are not the Gods' delight,
Her who every heart can move;
Can I wonder then, they flew,
Cheated urchins, Liz, to you!
Lizzie, you, were I to see
In Olympus, Cypris' home,
Surely there you were to me
Her who rose from ocean's foam!
And were Venus to forsake
Heaven for earth, how like it is,
Cheated too, I should mistake
Venus' self for you, my Liz,
Thinking, as to her I flew,
That, my girl, I sprang to you!
In Olympus, Cypris' home,
Surely there you were to me
Her who rose from ocean's foam!
And were Venus to forsake
Heaven for earth, how like it is,
Cheated too, I should mistake
Venus' self for you, my Liz,
Thinking, as to her I flew,
That, my girl, I sprang to you!
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