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BARGAINS.
He prest a ruby on her lips, whose burning blood shone through;
Twin sapphires bound above her eyes, to match their fiery blue;
And, where her hair was parted back, an opal gem he set,—
Type of her changing countenance, where all delights were met.
Twin sapphires bound above her eyes, to match their fiery blue;
And, where her hair was parted back, an opal gem he set,—
Type of her changing countenance, where all delights were met.
“Will you surrender now,” he said, “the ancient grudge you keep
Untiring and unutterèd, like murder in the deep?”
“I thank you for the word,” she said; “your gems are fair of form
But when did jewels bind the depths, or splendors still the storm?
Untiring and unutterèd, like murder in the deep?”
“I thank you for the word,” she said; “your gems are fair of form
But when did jewels bind the depths, or splendors still the storm?
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There is no diamond in the mine, nor pearl beneath the wave,
There is no fretted coronet that soothes a princely grave,
There is nor fate nor empire in the wide infinity,
Can stand in grace and virtue with the gift you had from me.”
There is no fretted coronet that soothes a princely grave,
There is nor fate nor empire in the wide infinity,
Can stand in grace and virtue with the gift you had from me.”
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