Sixty-Five Sonnets With Prefatory Remarks on the Accordance of the Sonnet with the Powers of the English Language: Also, A Few Miscellaneous Poems [by Thomas Doubleday] |
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III.
Attend then, and while lingers still the lightO'er ocean, I'll describe her beauty's spells.
Her bosom is the silver'd wave that swells
In trembling heavings to the moon-beam bright;
That cloudless beam her glance; her locks have quite
The sea-thread's shine; her teeth pearl'd, tiny shells;
The coral plant her lips, where raptured dwells
The touch for softness, as for hue the sight;
Her voice, her magic song, ne'er heard in vain,
Soon chased the transient glooms that doubt would cast,
Some white-arm'd sea-maid, pillowed on the main,
When evening's crimson clouds are fading fast,
Perhaps may pour forth a resembling strain,
As her's may lure me and betray at last.
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