 | The poetical works of the late Thomas Little [i.e. Thomas Moore] |  |
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TO ------
Can I again that form caress,
Or on that lip in rapture twine?
No, no! the lip that all may press
Shall never more be press'd by mine.
Or on that lip in rapture twine?
No, no! the lip that all may press
Shall never more be press'd by mine.
Can I again that look recall
Which once could make me die for thee?
No, no! the eye that burns on all
Shall never more be priz'd by me!
Which once could make me die for thee?
No, no! the eye that burns on all
Shall never more be priz'd by me!
| The poetical works of the late Thomas Little [i.e. Thomas Moore] | |