 | Poems by William Kendall |  |
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XI. To MARIA.
If tranquil beams forsake thine eye,
If smiles that sweetly bless
At every dear-bought conquest fly;—
Farewell, ye fields of chess!
If smiles that sweetly bless
At every dear-bought conquest fly;—
Farewell, ye fields of chess!
For me let rival warriours rest,
No more I tempt the fight:
One look of peace by thee suppress'd,
Not vanquish'd kings requite!
No more I tempt the fight:
One look of peace by thee suppress'd,
Not vanquish'd kings requite!
| Poems by William Kendall | |