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Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood | ||
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TO MRS. O.
They told me Beauty, o'er thy face,
Had breathed her rarest, richest spell,
And lightly twined an airy grace
In every curl that round it fell.
Had breathed her rarest, richest spell,
And lightly twined an airy grace
In every curl that round it fell.
We met—and 'neath the veil of light
And bloom that beauty round thee flung,
I found a charm of holier might,
For Love had tuned thy heaven-taught tongue.
And bloom that beauty round thee flung,
I found a charm of holier might,
For Love had tuned thy heaven-taught tongue.
'Tis said in Erin's sunny isle,
That they who wear the shamrock leaf,
A blessing bring where'er they smile,
That lights and warms the wildest grief.
That they who wear the shamrock leaf,
A blessing bring where'er they smile,
That lights and warms the wildest grief.
Hast thou, within thy bosom, hid
The charméd flower from Erin's shore,
Which some fond fairy found amid
Her blooming fields, and hither bore?
The charméd flower from Erin's shore,
Which some fond fairy found amid
Her blooming fields, and hither bore?
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Ah, no! within those dark blue eyes,
Those graceful words, that winning smile,
A deeply sweet enchantment lies,
Beyond the spell from Erin's isle!
Those graceful words, that winning smile,
A deeply sweet enchantment lies,
Beyond the spell from Erin's isle!
Thou dost not need the charméd flower,
Thou dost not need the fairy's art;
In feeling dwells thy magic power,
The leaf of love is in thy heart!
Thou dost not need the fairy's art;
In feeling dwells thy magic power,
The leaf of love is in thy heart!
Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood | ||