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XVIII.
But for his smiles;—O never thought,Nor care, nor pain, they knew!
His was a lip with magic fraught,
Where sweetness and expression wrought;
Where wit his gayest lesson taught,
Where lurking love quaff'd honey-dew,
And on that lip sate eloquence:
But, oh, how vain, in that blest pause,
Was skilful art's mellifluence,
To tell his love to love's sweet cause!
Falling at his dear lady's feet,
The lov'd-one's name, O sound most sweet!
“My Blanch!” his trembling lips repeat.
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