Narrative poems on the Female Character in the various relations of life. By Mary Russell Mitford ... Vol. I |
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“It is thy mind I love, my Blanch!—Remember'st thou the happy hour,
When first in fair Aledo's bower,
Plucking grape-clusters from the branch,
I saw thee and I felt thy power?
I see it now, the lovely scene!
Thy joyous vassals all around,
With merry dance and lightsome bound,
Whilst beauty only mark'd their Queen.
I see thee now! thy polish'd arm
Thrown, with affection's gentlest charm,
Round thy sick nurse, who sweetly smil'd
At thy caress and accent mild;
That look, that accent, won my heart,
I gaz'd, I lov'd!—Why should we part?”
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