 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
LOVE'S EYES.
Love's eyes are so enchanting,
Bright, smiling, soft, and granting,
Pulses play
At every ray,
And hearts at every glance are panting.
Before the beamy eye of morn,
We view the shades of night receding,
So tender glances banish scorn,
For who can frown while love is pleading?
Love's eyes are so enchanting, &c.
Bright, smiling, soft, and granting,
Pulses play
At every ray,
And hearts at every glance are panting.
Before the beamy eye of morn,
We view the shades of night receding,
So tender glances banish scorn,
For who can frown while love is pleading?
Love's eyes are so enchanting, &c.
No bandage can those eyes conceal,
Though bards in fabled tales rehearse it;
For if he wore a mask of steel,
Affection's ardent gaze would pierce it.
Love's eyes are so enchanting, &c.
Beware, then, lest some artful elf
The infant's smiles and armor borrow,
To win a throb of joy for self,
And give his victim years of sorrow.
Love's eyes are so enchanting,
Bright, smiling, soft, and granting,
Pulses play
At every ray,
And hearts at every glance are panting.
Though bards in fabled tales rehearse it;
For if he wore a mask of steel,
Affection's ardent gaze would pierce it.
Love's eyes are so enchanting, &c.
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The infant's smiles and armor borrow,
To win a throb of joy for self,
And give his victim years of sorrow.
Love's eyes are so enchanting,
Bright, smiling, soft, and granting,
Pulses play
At every ray,
And hearts at every glance are panting.
| The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | |