Poems By Edward Quillinan. With a Memoir by William Johnston |
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LINES TO MRS. DUNLOP, FOR ROTHA. |
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LINES TO MRS. DUNLOP, FOR ROTHA.
O could I lay as fair a chain
Upon that neck of thine
As thou, to make my birthday vain,
This morn hast laid on mine,
Upon that neck of thine
As thou, to make my birthday vain,
This morn hast laid on mine,
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Sweet lady, nor of gold nor pearl
My fairy gift should be;
The feeble fancy of a girl
Should prove too strong for thee.
My fairy gift should be;
The feeble fancy of a girl
Should prove too strong for thee.
And wert thou e'er so far away,
My chain should hold thee still,
A charm upon thy spirit lay,
Thy memory and thy will:
My chain should hold thee still,
A charm upon thy spirit lay,
Thy memory and thy will:
A charm to make thee, when we part,
Full oft of her to think
Who would have bound thee to her heart
With love in every link.
Full oft of her to think
Who would have bound thee to her heart
With love in every link.
The Foz, near Oporto, September 15, 1845.
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