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TO JULIA.
Oh! smile not, Julia, smile not so,
Disguise the accents of thy tongue;
That smile, that voice, but aids my wo,
To break a heart most deeply wrung.
Disguise the accents of thy tongue;
That smile, that voice, but aids my wo,
To break a heart most deeply wrung.
For thus, in days for ever flown,
That magic smile, that syren voice,
Beguil'd this heart to sorrow prone,
And bade it tremblingly rejoice.
That magic smile, that syren voice,
Beguil'd this heart to sorrow prone,
And bade it tremblingly rejoice.
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Still on that soft enchanting tone,
With partial fondness I could dwell;
Still think that smile was mine alone,
And fancy's dreams might aid the spell.
With partial fondness I could dwell;
Still think that smile was mine alone,
And fancy's dreams might aid the spell.
Alas! in vain, too late I see
What cruel chains this heart enthral:
Those smiles exist, but not for me;
Oh! not for me those accents fall.
What cruel chains this heart enthral:
Those smiles exist, but not for me;
Oh! not for me those accents fall.
Then smile not Julia! smile not so,
Be silent e'en for pity's sake:
That smile would aggravate my wo,
That voice my bursting heart would break!
Be silent e'en for pity's sake:
That smile would aggravate my wo,
That voice my bursting heart would break!
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