 | The poetical works of William H. C. Hosmer |  |
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FALSE LADY! NO MORE SHALT THOU TRIFLE.
False Lady! no more shalt thou trifle
With one who was faithful to thee—
Dissembler! henceforth I will stifle
Each throb of affection for thee.
The hand that I prized as a jewel
To others I gladly resign;
A nature inconstant and cruel
Shall never be-mated with mine.
With one who was faithful to thee—
Dissembler! henceforth I will stifle
Each throb of affection for thee.
The hand that I prized as a jewel
To others I gladly resign;
A nature inconstant and cruel
Shall never be-mated with mine.
Old poets have feigned that a Fairy
Of peerless deportment and charms,
First tempted her victim to marry,
Then turned to a hag in his arms:
Thy beauty thus veiled for a season
A heart that was hollow and cold,
But Love turned to ashes when reason
Detected the counterfeit gold.
Of peerless deportment and charms,
First tempted her victim to marry,
Then turned to a hag in his arms:
Thy beauty thus veiled for a season
A heart that was hollow and cold,
But Love turned to ashes when reason
Detected the counterfeit gold.
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