 | Marah |  |
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FIGURES OF SPEECH
1
Ah, still even strangers' lips renewThe magic of your name!
Last night, when some one spoke of you,
I felt my blood turn flame.
2
Your fair friend said, “Tho' so besought,And so admired, how free
From vanity, how pure in thought,
And true in deed, is she!
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3
“Her soul's ev'n fairer than her face.Do you not think so too?”
And with beatified grimace
I lied, and said, “I do.”
| Marah | |