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LOVELY WOMAN.
SONG XLIII.
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I've rock'd me on the giddy mast,Through seas tempestuous foamin;
I've brav'd the toil of mountain storm,
From dawning day till gloamin:
Round the green-bosom'd earth sea swept,
In search of pleasure roamin;
And found the world a wilderness,
Without thee, lovely woman.
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The farmer reaps the golden fields,The merchant sweeps the ocean;
The soldiers' steeds gore-fetlock'd snort,
Through warfare's wild commotion:
All combat in eternal toil,
Mirk midnight, day, and gloamin;
To pleasure heaven's divinest gift,
Thee! lovely conquering woman.
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The savage in the desart dark,The monster's lair exploring;
The sceptre-swaying prince who rules,
The nations round adoring:
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Dew-footed at the gloamin,
Melodious wooes the world's ear,
To please thee, lovely woman.
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