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IN AN ALBUM.
Lady, are you dark or fair,
Owner of this pretty book?
What's the colour of your hair?
Are you blithe and debonnaire,
Or demure of look?
Owner of this pretty book?
What's the colour of your hair?
Are you blithe and debonnaire,
Or demure of look?
If your eyes are black as sloes,
And your locks of ebon hue;
O'er your cheeks if nature throws
Only just enough of rose,
Why, I think you'll do.
And your locks of ebon hue;
O'er your cheeks if nature throws
Only just enough of rose,
Why, I think you'll do.
If with pretty mouth you sing,
Void of all extravaganza,
Tender melodies that bring
Hearts around you fluttering,
You are worth a stanza.
Void of all extravaganza,
Tender melodies that bring
Hearts around you fluttering,
You are worth a stanza.
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If you be in soul a child
Lively as a meteor,
Yet with a discretion mild,
Tempering the spirit wild,
You're a charming creature.
Lively as a meteor,
Yet with a discretion mild,
Tempering the spirit wild,
You're a charming creature.
Rydal Mount, October 28, 1829.
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