 | The poetical works of the late Thomas Little [i.e. Thomas Moore] |  |
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A DREAM.
I thought this heart consuming lay
On Cupid's burning shrine:
I thought he stole thy heart away,
And plac'd it near to mine.
On Cupid's burning shrine:
I thought he stole thy heart away,
And plac'd it near to mine.
I saw thy heart begin to melt,
Like ice before the sun;
Till both a glow congenial felt,
And mingled into one!
Like ice before the sun;
Till both a glow congenial felt,
And mingled into one!
| The poetical works of the late Thomas Little [i.e. Thomas Moore] | |