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FORGIVE THE EYE
Forgive the eye, that looks on thine,
Nor yet forbidden be the gaze—
Altho' I may not call thee mine,
I yet must worship at thy shrine,
Or die beneath its rays!
Nor yet forbidden be the gaze—
Altho' I may not call thee mine,
I yet must worship at thy shrine,
Or die beneath its rays!
Forgive the lip, that calls thee fair,
Or if it to thine own should rove,
Ah! too forgive, thou art so dear,
That tho' thou doom'st me to despair,
I cannot cease to love!
Or if it to thine own should rove,
Ah! too forgive, thou art so dear,
That tho' thou doom'st me to despair,
I cannot cease to love!
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Forgive the arm that round thy waist,
In am'rous fondness dares to twine,
No other form has it embraced,
On other hearts it ne'er was placed,
Remove it not from thine.
In am'rous fondness dares to twine,
No other form has it embraced,
On other hearts it ne'er was placed,
Remove it not from thine.
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