Sketches in verse with prose illustrations. By Mr. Polwhele. Second edition, with several additional pieces |
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EXTEMPORE LINES ON A LADY'S LOSING HER EYELASHES BY AN EXPLOSION OF GUNPOWDER.
The lightning, that beneath the shade
Of each delicious eyelash play'd,
So softly glanc'd upon my heart,
I fondly nurst the thrilling smart.
Of each delicious eyelash play'd,
So softly glanc'd upon my heart,
I fondly nurst the thrilling smart.
Now on thine eyes I dare not gaze,
But fly from the too fervid blaze,
Lest I should perish, scorcht by flashes
Such as consum'd thy sweet eyelashes!
But fly from the too fervid blaze,
Lest I should perish, scorcht by flashes
Such as consum'd thy sweet eyelashes!
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