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THE PICTURE.
Like the fond Corinthian maid,
Thy bright likeness, love, I trace—
Every feature shines displayed;
Every feature of thy face!
Thy bright likeness, love, I trace—
Every feature shines displayed;
Every feature of thy face!
But, alas!—more painful far—
Mine's a more laborious part—
Throbbing-quick my tablets are—
Still I trace it on my heart!
Mine's a more laborious part—
Throbbing-quick my tablets are—
Still I trace it on my heart!
Like the fond Corinthian still
I thy likeness—love! design—
With Devotion's care and skill;
Till the work's like thee—divine!
I thy likeness—love! design—
With Devotion's care and skill;
Till the work's like thee—divine!
But, alas!—once, once she drew—
That form she lived but to adore;
I my labour still renew—
Ten hundred thousand times and more!
That form she lived but to adore;
I my labour still renew—
Ten hundred thousand times and more!
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