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THE HARP.
Oh, lady! take the harp,
And let the silent string,
Exulting at thy touch,
Around its magic fling!
Enshrin'd there, as in thee
Enchantments, slumb'ring deep,
Await a master-hand
To break their bonds of sleep!
And let the silent string,
Exulting at thy touch,
Around its magic fling!
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Enchantments, slumb'ring deep,
Await a master-hand
To break their bonds of sleep!
Thanks, lady! how the harp,
By thee awaken'd, beams
The light upon despair
Of soft Elysian dreams:
Could I but thus awake
The slumbering thrill in you,
The dreams your harp inspires
Your smile would render true.
By thee awaken'd, beams
The light upon despair
Of soft Elysian dreams:
Could I but thus awake
The slumbering thrill in you,
The dreams your harp inspires
Your smile would render true.
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