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TO JULIA.
When the moonlight is spread on those meadows so green,
Which the Frome's limpid waters glide by,
To mark its calm progress, to gaze on the scene,
May delight a poetical eye.
Which the Frome's limpid waters glide by,
To mark its calm progress, to gaze on the scene,
May delight a poetical eye.
To one who in some remote climate has pass'd
A long absence from all he loves here,
How sweet the first glance of the land, as at last
To his own native Isle he draws near.
A long absence from all he loves here,
How sweet the first glance of the land, as at last
To his own native Isle he draws near.
But by far more delightful and sweet 'tis to gaze
On thy bright azure eyes, as they dart
From under those tremulous lids their bright rays,
And glances for glances impart.
On thy bright azure eyes, as they dart
From under those tremulous lids their bright rays,
And glances for glances impart.
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The smile of the Muse may the poet beguile,
Or the smile of gay Nature in spring;
To others dame Fortune's precarious smile,
Its many enjoyments may bring.
Or the smile of gay Nature in spring;
To others dame Fortune's precarious smile,
Its many enjoyments may bring.
I would envy no poet with thy smile if blest,
Nor at Fortune's dire frown e'er repine;
For Muse's or Fortune's smile never possess'd
Aught to rival the sweetness of thine.
Nor at Fortune's dire frown e'er repine;
For Muse's or Fortune's smile never possess'd
Aught to rival the sweetness of thine.
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