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 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
XVI.
And this at intervals, in language bright,
Told her blue eyes; though oft the tender lid
Drooped like a noonday lily, languid, white,
And trembling, all save love and lustre, hid:
Told her blue eyes; though oft the tender lid
Drooped like a noonday lily, languid, white,
And trembling, all save love and lustre, hid:
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Then, as young Christian bard had sung, they seemed
Like some Madonna in his soul, so sainted;
But, opening in their energy, they beamed
As tasteful Grecians their Minerva painted:
Like some Madonna in his soul, so sainted;
But, opening in their energy, they beamed
As tasteful Grecians their Minerva painted:
While o'er her graceful shoulders' milky swell,
Silky as those on little children seen,
Yet thick as Indian fleece, her ringlets fell,
Nor owned Pactolus' sands a brighter sheen.
Silky as those on little children seen,
Yet thick as Indian fleece, her ringlets fell,
Nor owned Pactolus' sands a brighter sheen.
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |