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And who the maid, whose gilded chain
Hath bound the heart of such a swain?
Oh! look on those surrounding Graces!
There is no lack of pretty faces;
M---l, the goddess of the night,
Looks beautiful with all her might;
And M--- in that simple dress,
Enthralls us more by studying less;
D---, in your becoming pride,
Ye march to conquest, side by side;
And A---, thou fleetest by
Bright in thine arch simplicity;
Slight are the links thy power hath wreathed;
Yet, by the tone thy voice hath breathed,
By thy glad smile and ringlets curled,
I would not break them for the world!
But this is idle! Paying court
I know was never yet my forte;
And all I say of nymph and queen,
To cut it short, can only mean
That when I throw my gaze around
I see much beauty on the ground.
Hath bound the heart of such a swain?
Oh! look on those surrounding Graces!
There is no lack of pretty faces;
M---l, the goddess of the night,
Looks beautiful with all her might;
And M--- in that simple dress,
Enthralls us more by studying less;
D---, in your becoming pride,
Ye march to conquest, side by side;
And A---, thou fleetest by
Bright in thine arch simplicity;
Slight are the links thy power hath wreathed;
Yet, by the tone thy voice hath breathed,
By thy glad smile and ringlets curled,
I would not break them for the world!
But this is idle! Paying court
I know was never yet my forte;
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To cut it short, can only mean
That when I throw my gaze around
I see much beauty on the ground.
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