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LOVE'S BLINDNESS!
Why weakly on her beauties dwell?
Numb'ring each source of false delight;
She boasts no charm, but there lurks harm,
Did doting Love possess but sight!
Numb'ring each source of false delight;
She boasts no charm, but there lurks harm,
Did doting Love possess but sight!
Those locks, at which e'en age awakes,
Around her brows so wanton flung,
Ah! what are they but curling snakes,
That have my heart to madness stung.
Around her brows so wanton flung,
Ah! what are they but curling snakes,
That have my heart to madness stung.
Those glances, kindling wild desires,
Which from her eyes of azure play,
What are they but the lightning's fires,
That burn the gazer's peace away!
Which from her eyes of azure play,
What are they but the lightning's fires,
That burn the gazer's peace away!
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