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THE BLUE EYE.
Marked you her eye of heavenly blue?Marked you her cheek of roseate hue?
That eye in liquid circles moving,
That cheek abashed at man's approving:
The one, love's arrows darting round;
The other, blushing at the wound!
IN THE DUENNA.
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