 | Poems by George P. Morris |  |
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[When I behold that lowering brow]
When I behold that lowering brow,
Which indicates the mind within,
I marvel much that woman's vow
A man like that could ever win!
Yet it is said, in rustic bower,
(The fable I have often heard)
A serpent has mysterious power
To captivate a timid bird.
Which indicates the mind within,
I marvel much that woman's vow
A man like that could ever win!
Yet it is said, in rustic bower,
(The fable I have often heard)
A serpent has mysterious power
To captivate a timid bird.
This precept then I sadly trace—
That love 's a fluttering thing of air;
And yonder lurks the viper base,
Who would my gentle bird ensnare!
'T was in the shades of Eden's bower
This fascination had its birth,
And even there possessed the power
To lure the paragon of earth!
That love 's a fluttering thing of air;
And yonder lurks the viper base,
Who would my gentle bird ensnare!
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This fascination had its birth,
And even there possessed the power
To lure the paragon of earth!
| Poems by George P. Morris | |