 | [Poems by Drake in] The life and works of Joseph Rodman Drake (1795-1820) |  |
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Look not so, the beams that fall
From that eye of smiles,
Cannot now my heart recall
To its hollow wiles;
Many a lonely, bitter tear,
I have shed in vain,
Lady, all thy arts shall ne'er
Bid them flow again.
From that eye of smiles,
Cannot now my heart recall
To its hollow wiles;
Many a lonely, bitter tear,
I have shed in vain,
Lady, all thy arts shall ne'er
Bid them flow again.
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Yet those beaming orbs are bright,
Still that cheek is fair,
And mine eye with strange delight,
Loves to linger there;
But the heart that falsehood fled,
Will not welcome woe,
Smiles awaken not the dead,
Then lady, look not so.
Still that cheek is fair,
And mine eye with strange delight,
Loves to linger there;
But the heart that falsehood fled,
Will not welcome woe,
Smiles awaken not the dead,
Then lady, look not so.
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