The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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LOVE ALONE.
If thou would'st have thy charms enchant our eyes,
First win our hearts, for there thy empire lies:
Beauty in vain would mount a heartless throne,
Her Right Divine is given by Love alone.
First win our hearts, for there thy empire lies:
Beauty in vain would mount a heartless throne,
Her Right Divine is given by Love alone.
What would the rose with all her pride be worth,
Were there no sun to call her brightness forth?
Maidens, unloved, like flowers in darkness thrown,
Wait but that light, which comes from Love alone.
Were there no sun to call her brightness forth?
Maidens, unloved, like flowers in darkness thrown,
Wait but that light, which comes from Love alone.
Fair as thy charms in yonder glass appear,
Trust not their bloom, they'll fade from year to year:
Would'st thou they still should shine as first they shone,
Go, fix thy mirror in Love's eyes alone.
Trust not their bloom, they'll fade from year to year:
Would'st thou they still should shine as first they shone,
Go, fix thy mirror in Love's eyes alone.
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