 | The poetical works of the late Thomas Little [i.e. Thomas Moore] |  |
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[Dear! in pity do not speak]
Dear! in pity do not speak;
In your eyes I read it all,
In the flushing of your cheek,
In those tears that fall.
Yes, yes, my soul! I see
You love, you live for only me!
In your eyes I read it all,
In the flushing of your cheek,
In those tears that fall.
Yes, yes, my soul! I see
You love, you live for only me!
Beam, yet beam that killing eye,
Bid me expire in luscious pain;
But kiss me, kiss me while I die,
And, oh! I live again!
Still, my love, with looking kill,
And, oh! revive with kisses still!
Bid me expire in luscious pain;
But kiss me, kiss me while I die,
And, oh! I live again!
Still, my love, with looking kill,
And, oh! revive with kisses still!
| The poetical works of the late Thomas Little [i.e. Thomas Moore] | |