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“IRISH EYES.”
Irish Eyes! Irish Eyes,
Eyes that most of all can move me!
Lift one look
From my book,
Through your lashes dark, and prove me
In my worship O how wise!
Eyes that most of all can move me!
Lift one look
From my book,
Through your lashes dark, and prove me
In my worship O how wise!
Other orbs, be content!
In your honor, not dispraisal—
Most I prize,
Irish Eyes
Since were not your ebon, hazel,
Violet—all to light them lent?
In your honor, not dispraisal—
Most I prize,
Irish Eyes
Since were not your ebon, hazel,
Violet—all to light them lent?
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Then no mischief, Merry Eyes!
Stars of Thought, no jealous fancies!
Can I err
To prefer
This sweet union of your glances,
Sparkling, darkling Irish Eyes?
Stars of Thought, no jealous fancies!
Can I err
To prefer
This sweet union of your glances,
Sparkling, darkling Irish Eyes?
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