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CAPRICCIO.
ON ------.
Her black eyes mourn her treachery,
Her cheeks blush deep with shame,
Her coral lips pout angrily,
Forc'd words of guile to frame.
Her cheeks blush deep with shame,
Her coral lips pout angrily,
Forc'd words of guile to frame.
Her locks disdain the ringlet's chain,
No more they'll hearts ensnare,
At liberty! they cry “be free,
Our ties but bring despair!”
No more they'll hearts ensnare,
At liberty! they cry “be free,
Our ties but bring despair!”
At her deceit her bosom swells,
Her breath still strays in sighs,
Her every beauty now rebels,
Her charms in judgment rise!
Her breath still strays in sighs,
Her every beauty now rebels,
Her charms in judgment rise!
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