 | The poetical works of Charles Lamb |  |
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IN THE ALBUM OF MISS ---.
I
Such goodness in your face doth shine,With modest look, without design,
That I despair, poor pen of mine
Can e'er express it.
To give it words I feebly try;
My spirits fail me to supply
Befitting language for 't, and I
Can only bless it!
II
But stop, rash verse! and don't abuseA bashful Maiden's ear with news
Of her own virtues. She'll refuse
Praise sung so loudly.
Of that same goodness, you admire,
The best part is, she don't aspire
To praise—nor of herself desire
To think too proudly.
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