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[Sweet lady, look not thus again]
Sweet lady, look not thus again:
Those bright deluding smiles recall
A maid remember'd now with pain,
Who was my love, my life, my all!
Those bright deluding smiles recall
A maid remember'd now with pain,
Who was my love, my life, my all!
Oh! while this heart bewilder'd took
Sweet poison from her thrilling eye,
Thus would she smile, and lisp, and look,
And I would hear, and gaze, and sigh!
Sweet poison from her thrilling eye,
Thus would she smile, and lisp, and look,
And I would hear, and gaze, and sigh!
Yes, I did love her—wildly love—
She was her sex's best deceiver!
And oft she swore she'd never rove—
And I was destin'd to believe her!
She was her sex's best deceiver!
And oft she swore she'd never rove—
And I was destin'd to believe her!
Then, lady, do not wear the smile
Of one whose smile could thus betray;
Alas! I think the lovely wile
Again could steal my heart away.
Of one whose smile could thus betray;
Alas! I think the lovely wile
Again could steal my heart away.
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For, when those spells that charm'd my mind,
On lips so pure as thine I see,
I fear the heart which she resign'd
Will err again, and fly to thee!
On lips so pure as thine I see,
I fear the heart which she resign'd
Will err again, and fly to thee!
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