 | The poetical works of the late Thomas Little [i.e. Thomas Moore] |  |
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[Think on that look of humid ray]
Think on that look of humid ray,
Which for a moment mix'd with mine,
And for that moment seem'd to say,
“I dare not, or I would be thine!”
Which for a moment mix'd with mine,
And for that moment seem'd to say,
“I dare not, or I would be thine!”
Think, think on ev'ry smile and glance,
On all thou hast to charm and move;
And then forgive my bosom's trance,
And tell me 'tis not sin to love!
On all thou hast to charm and move;
And then forgive my bosom's trance,
And tell me 'tis not sin to love!
Oh! not to love thee were the sin;
For sure, if Heav'n's decrees be done,
Thou, thou art destin'd still to win,
As I was destin'd to be won!
For sure, if Heav'n's decrees be done,
Thou, thou art destin'd still to win,
As I was destin'd to be won!
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