The works of Lord Byron A new, revised and enlarged edition, with illustrations. Edited by Ernest Hartley Coleridge and R. E. Prothero |
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Oh! well I know your subtle Sex,Frail daughters of the wanton Eve,—
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No passion prompts you to relieve.
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From Love, or Pity ne'er you fall,By you, no mutual Flame is felt,
'Tis Vanity, which rules you all,
Desire alone which makes you melt.
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I will not say no souls are yours,Aye, ye have Souls, and dark ones too,
Souls to contrive those smiling lures,
To snare our simple hearts for you.
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Yet shall you never bind me fast,Long to adore such brittle toys,
I'll rove along, from first to last,
And change whene'er my fancy cloys.
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Oh! I should be a baby fool,To sigh the dupe of female art—
Woman! perhaps thou hast a Soul,
But where have Demons hid thy Heart?
January, 1807.
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