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ODE VI. TO A YOUNG LADY.
Why thus decline my troubled eyes?
Whither their mild lustre bending,
Those azure orbs to meet me rise?
Why thus, with thee conversing, dies
My voice in broken murmurs ending?
Whither their mild lustre bending,
Those azure orbs to meet me rise?
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My voice in broken murmurs ending?
Yet dawning from my looks distrest,
Yet wooing in the coy expression
Of faltering sounds, that, half supprest,
In sighs ill-stifled breathe the rest,
Read, ah! too dear, the fond confession.
Yet wooing in the coy expression
Of faltering sounds, that, half supprest,
In sighs ill-stifled breathe the rest,
Read, ah! too dear, the fond confession.
In vain!—What these soft tumults show
From thee yet new to love is hidden,
Untaught thy wishes yet to know,
If sighs ascend, if blushes glow,
What means the sigh, the blush unbidden?
From thee yet new to love is hidden,
Untaught thy wishes yet to know,
If sighs ascend, if blushes glow,
What means the sigh, the blush unbidden?
But hope not, ever thus secure,
To dart thy wildly wandering glances:
How fated soon in charms mature,
What others feel for thee, t'endure,
On hasty wing thy youth advances.
To dart thy wildly wandering glances:
How fated soon in charms mature,
What others feel for thee, t'endure,
On hasty wing thy youth advances.
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O skilled in every lovelier art,
That adds a polished grace to beauty!
Be mine the pleasing cares to impart
That best refine the gentle heart;
Be mine to teach the tender duty.
That adds a polished grace to beauty!
Be mine the pleasing cares to impart
That best refine the gentle heart;
Be mine to teach the tender duty.
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