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A KISS.
Does Eliza remember, ere fashion had taught her
To lend the heart's impulse hypocrisy's guise,
How oft, in our plays, to my bosom I caught her,
And wondered a touch could so brighten the eyes?
To lend the heart's impulse hypocrisy's guise,
How oft, in our plays, to my bosom I caught her,
And wondered a touch could so brighten the eyes?
Familiar to me is the sweet recollection,
I well can remember the thrill and the glow,
The flush and the smile that illumed her complexion,
Like the first ray of morning reflected on snow.
I well can remember the thrill and the glow,
The flush and the smile that illumed her complexion,
Like the first ray of morning reflected on snow.
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And I asked what it was that the senses thus raptured,
And bade through my pulses such ecstacies roll,
The charm which reflection bewildered and captured—
A KISS was the answer—it melted my soul.
And bade through my pulses such ecstacies roll,
The charm which reflection bewildered and captured—
A KISS was the answer—it melted my soul.
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