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The Smile.
Beauteous Roses, not with morn
From the thorn
Scattering sweet but transient pleasures;
You, whom round the lips display'd,
Love has made
Guardians of his pearly treasures!
From the thorn
Scattering sweet but transient pleasures;
You, whom round the lips display'd,
Love has made
Guardians of his pearly treasures!
Dear to Love, sweet Roses! tell,
If I dwell,
Fondly those bright eyes beholding;
As I gaze, and gazing sigh,
Tell me why
You expand in smiles unfolding?
If I dwell,
Fondly those bright eyes beholding;
As I gaze, and gazing sigh,
Tell me why
You expand in smiles unfolding?
Conscious, I could ill sustain
Your disdain,
Seek you thus my life to cherish?
Is it that you feel delight
In the sight
Of the pangs by which I perish?
Your disdain,
Seek you thus my life to cherish?
Is it that you feel delight
In the sight
Of the pangs by which I perish?
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Beauteous Roses, be your joy
To destroy
Or to save, since thus you show it;
Still will I in novel lays
Sing your praise,
But oh! smile upon your Poet.
To destroy
Or to save, since thus you show it;
Still will I in novel lays
Sing your praise,
But oh! smile upon your Poet.
If at dayspring, as we pass
Through the grass,
Murmur rills and whisper breezes;
If, with flowers the mead looks gay,
Sooth'd we say,
How the smiling landscape pleases!
Through the grass,
Murmur rills and whisper breezes;
If, with flowers the mead looks gay,
Sooth'd we say,
How the smiling landscape pleases!
When his foot blithe zephyr laves
In the waves,
That with gently-gliding motion
Hardly rippling on the sand,
Kiss the strand;
See, we cry, how smiles the ocean!
In the waves,
That with gently-gliding motion
Hardly rippling on the sand,
Kiss the strand;
See, we cry, how smiles the ocean!
Veil'd in gold and round her hair
Lilies there,
Here each blushing blossom piling,
If, on wheels of sapphire drawn,
Mounts the dawn;
Lo! we say, the sky how smiling!
Lilies there,
Here each blushing blossom piling,
If, on wheels of sapphire drawn,
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Lo! we say, the sky how smiling!
True, in mighty Nature's mirth,
Heaven and earth
Deck with smiles their jocund faces;
True, they smile; but, smiling so,
Cannot show
Half your soul-enchanting graces!
Heaven and earth
Deck with smiles their jocund faces;
True, they smile; but, smiling so,
Cannot show
Half your soul-enchanting graces!
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