 | The poetical works of the late Thomas Little [i.e. Thomas Moore] |  |
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SYMPATHY.
TO JULIA.
------ sine me sit nulla Venus.
Sulpicia.
Our hearts, my love, were doom'd to be
The genuine twins of Sympathy:
They live with one sensation:
In joy or grief, but most in love,
Our heart-strings musically move,
And thrill with like vibration.
The genuine twins of Sympathy:
They live with one sensation:
In joy or grief, but most in love,
Our heart-strings musically move,
And thrill with like vibration.
How often have I heard thee say,
Thy vital pulse shall cease to play
When mine no more is moving!
Since, now, to feel a joy alone
Were worse to thee than feeling none—
Such sympathy in loving!
Thy vital pulse shall cease to play
When mine no more is moving!
Since, now, to feel a joy alone
Were worse to thee than feeling none—
Such sympathy in loving!
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And, oh! how often in those eyes,
Which melting beam'd, like azure skies
In dewy vernal weather—
How often have I raptur'd read
The burning glance, that silent said,
“Now, love, we feel together!”
Which melting beam'd, like azure skies
In dewy vernal weather—
How often have I raptur'd read
The burning glance, that silent said,
“Now, love, we feel together!”
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