The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
I, II. |
TO JULIA. |
III, IV. |
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VI, VII. |
VIII, IX. |
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TO JULIA.
Mock me no more with Love's beguiling dream,
A dream, I find, illusory as sweet:
One smile of friendship, nay, of cold esteem,
Far dearer were than passion's bland deceit!
A dream, I find, illusory as sweet:
One smile of friendship, nay, of cold esteem,
Far dearer were than passion's bland deceit!
I've heard you oft eternal truth declare;
Your heart was only mine, I once believ'd.
Ah! shall I say that all your vows were air?
And must I say, my hopes were all deceiv'd?
Your heart was only mine, I once believ'd.
Ah! shall I say that all your vows were air?
And must I say, my hopes were all deceiv'd?
Vow, then, no longer that our souls are twin'd,
That all our joys are felt with mutual zeal;
Julia!—'tis pity, pity makes you kind;
You know I love, and you would seem to feel.
That all our joys are felt with mutual zeal;
Julia!—'tis pity, pity makes you kind;
You know I love, and you would seem to feel.
But shall I still go seek within those arms
A joy in which affection takes no part?
No, no, farewell! you give me but your charms,
When I had fondly thought you gave your heart.
A joy in which affection takes no part?
No, no, farewell! you give me but your charms,
When I had fondly thought you gave your heart.
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