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... never throbb'd with guilty sting ; Her bosom is the sweetest nest Where Slumber could repose his wing ! And I will say - her cheeks of flame , Which glow like roses in the sun , Have never felt a blush of shame , Except for what her ...
... never throbb'd with guilty sting ; Her bosom is the sweetest nest Where Slumber could repose his wing ! And I will say - her cheeks of flame , Which glow like roses in the sun , Have never felt a blush of shame , Except for what her ...
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... never , never more to part ! ' And when I call'd thee by names the dearest That love could fancy , the fondest , nearest- " My life , my only life ! " among the rest ; In those sweet accents that still enthral me , Thou saidst , " Ah ...
... never , never more to part ! ' And when I call'd thee by names the dearest That love could fancy , the fondest , nearest- " My life , my only life ! " among the rest ; In those sweet accents that still enthral me , Thou saidst , " Ah ...
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... never , never can Believe the fond deceit . DEAR FANNY . SHE has beauty , but still you must keep your heart cool ; She has wit , but you must not be caught so ; The black eye may say , " Come and worship my ray , - By adoring , perhaps ...
... never , never can Believe the fond deceit . DEAR FANNY . SHE has beauty , but still you must keep your heart cool ; She has wit , but you must not be caught so ; The black eye may say , " Come and worship my ray , - By adoring , perhaps ...
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Anacreon ancient angels bard beam beautiful beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blush bosom bowers breath bright brow burning called Cashmere Catullus charm cheek Cicero dark dear death delight divine dream e'en earth Epicurus epigram eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers glory glow grace Haram hath heart heaven holy hope hour hung hyæna King kiss LALLA LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron lov'd lover lute lyre maid Moore morning mountain Naptha ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian Pindar Plato Plutarch poem poet pure Pythagoras rose round seem'd shade shed shine sigh sleep smile song soul sparkling spirit star sweet tears tell thee thine THOMAS MOORE thou thought throne turn'd Twas veil warm wave weep wild wings young youth