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HER RIVALS.
I grant that others have beguiled
My fancy, Love! from you:
But even as on them I smiled,
My heart was not untrue.
My fancy, Love! from you:
But even as on them I smiled,
My heart was not untrue.
I own one moment your eclipse
Behind that golden hair:
But while her kiss was on my lips
Your name was whisper'd there.
Behind that golden hair:
But while her kiss was on my lips
Your name was whisper'd there.
And she whose ready blush on cheek
Half met my love confess'd,
Heard me in fonder accents speak
Of One still loved the best.
Half met my love confess'd,
Heard me in fonder accents speak
Of One still loved the best.
German the first, the other French:
I loved them, Dear! before
I courted you. You jealous wench!
What, never see them more?
I loved them, Dear! before
I courted you. You jealous wench!
What, never see them more?
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Nay! by the lovely golden-hair'd,
By her whose blush I own,
You'll pardon, their sweet names declared,
—Moselle and Rose-Bourgogne.
By her whose blush I own,
You'll pardon, their sweet names declared,
—Moselle and Rose-Bourgogne.
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