The Harp of Erin Containing the Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Dermody. In Two Volumes |
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[Sweet is the woodbine's fragrant twine]
Sweet is the woodbine's fragrant
twine;
Sweet the ripe burthen of the vine;
The pea-bloom sweet, that scents the air;
The rose-bud sweet beyond compare;
Sweet the perfume of yonder grove;
Sweeter the lip of her I love.
Sweet the ripe burthen of the vine;
The pea-bloom sweet, that scents the air;
The rose-bud sweet beyond compare;
Sweet the perfume of yonder grove;
Sweeter the lip of her I love.
Soft the rich meadow's velvet green,
Where cowslip-tufts are early seen;
Soft the young cygnet's snowy breast,
Or down that lines the linnet's nest;
Soft the smooth plumage of the dove;
Softer the breast of her I love.
Where cowslip-tufts are early seen;
Soft the young cygnet's snowy breast,
Or down that lines the linnet's nest;
Soft the smooth plumage of the dove;
Softer the breast of her I love.
Bright is the star that opes the day;
Bright the mid-noon's refulgent ray;
Bright on yon hill the sunny beam;
Bright the blue mirror of the stream;
Bright the gay twinkling fires above;
Brighter the eye of her I love.
Bright the mid-noon's refulgent ray;
Bright on yon hill the sunny beam;
Bright the blue mirror of the stream;
Bright the gay twinkling fires above;
Brighter the eye of her I love.
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To match her grace, with idle pain
Through Nature's stores I search in vain;
All that is bright, and soft, and sweet,
Does in her form concenter'd meet:
Then, muse, how weak thy pow'r must prove
To paint the charms of her I love!
Through Nature's stores I search in vain;
All that is bright, and soft, and sweet,
Does in her form concenter'd meet:
Then, muse, how weak thy pow'r must prove
To paint the charms of her I love!
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