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[Give me an eye, that manly deeds]
Give me an eye, that manly deeds
Shall kindle up with living fire;
That rolls enraptur'd at the strains
Resounding from the heroic lyre.
Shall kindle up with living fire;
That rolls enraptur'd at the strains
Resounding from the heroic lyre.
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An eye, that does on nature's charms,
With all a lover's fondness, dwell;
That gazes fixt on mountain height,
And wanders o'er the shady dell.
With all a lover's fondness, dwell;
That gazes fixt on mountain height,
And wanders o'er the shady dell.
An eye, that woman's tear will cloud,
And woman's smile light up again;
As when the rays of setting sun
Succeed the cool refreshing rain.
And woman's smile light up again;
As when the rays of setting sun
Succeed the cool refreshing rain.
An eye, that, at misfortune's tale,
Will shed the sympathetic tear;
Forget its faults and kindly seek
The broken, sorrowing heart to cheer.
Will shed the sympathetic tear;
Forget its faults and kindly seek
The broken, sorrowing heart to cheer.
An eye, that, at friend's reproof,
Shall bending, mildly own his sway,
Nor kindling rashly at his words
Shall madly turn in wrath away.
Shall bending, mildly own his sway,
Nor kindling rashly at his words
Shall madly turn in wrath away.
Is there, who has an eye like this,
To dwell forever next my heart;
To share my joy, to share my grief,
And to my breast his own impart?
To dwell forever next my heart;
To share my joy, to share my grief,
And to my breast his own impart?
Poem No. 146; 9 August 1834
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