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...Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my NORA CREINA ! III. LESBIA hath a wit ren'n'd, But, when its points are gleaming round us, Who can tell, if they 're design'd To dazzle merely, or to wound us ? Pillow'd on my NORA'S heart, In safer slumber...

...wear, mv Nora Creina! Who can tell if they're desigu'd To dazzle merely, or to wound us? Pillow 'd on my Nora's heart, In safer slumber love reposes ;— Bed of peace ! whose roughest par Is but the crumpling of the roses! Oh, my Nora Creina, dear! My mild, my artless Nora Crein* !...

...Creina ; Nature's dress in loveliness, The dress you wear, my Nora Creina. Leshia hath a wit refined, But, when its points are gleaming round us, Who can tell if they're designed To dazsle merely, or to wound us ? Pillow'd on my Nora's heart, In safer slumher love reposes...

...Creina ! Nature's dress Is loveliness, The dress you wear, my Nora Creina ! Lesbia hath a wit refin'd, But, when its points are gleaming round us, Who can...; Bed of peace ! whose roughest part - Is but the crumbling of the roses ! Oh, my Nora Crcina, dear ! My mild, my artles, Nora Creina ! Wit, though bright,...

...round us, Who rau tell if they 're design'd To da/zle merely or to wound us? Pillow'fl on my Non's heart, In safer slumber Love reposes — Bed of peace! whose roughest part Is but (he crumpling of the roses. Oh, my Nora Crein.i, dear! My mild, my artless Nora Crcin.i! Wit, though...

...arc gleaming round us, Who can tell if they're dcsign'd To dazzle merely or to wound us? Pillo w'd on my Nora's heart, In safer slumber Love reposes...Oh, my Nora Creina, dear! My mild, my artless Nora Crcina! Wit, though bright, Hath not the light That warms your eyes, my Nora Creina! 1 SAW THY FORM...

...gleaming round ut, Who can tell if they 're dewgn'd To d.izzle merely or to wound usf pillow'd on my Nun's heart, In safer slumber Love reposes— Bed of peace! whose roughest part Is hut the crumpling of the rose«. Oh, my Nora Creina, dear! My mild, my artlc&s Nora Creina! \Vit, though...

...! Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Norah Creina. Leshia hath a wit refined ; But when its points are gleaming round us, Who can tell if they're designed To dazzle merely, or to wound us ? Pillowed on my Norah's breast, In safer slumber Lovo reposes...

...! Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Nora Creina ! Lesbia hath a wit refined, But, when its points are gleaming round us, Who can...— Bed of peace ! whose roughest part Is but the crumbling of the roses. Oh, my Nora Creina, dear ! My mild, my artless Nora Creina ! Wit, though bright,...