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Sweet Mary , thy faire eyes expence ? A moist sparke it is , A watry diamond ... O'tis not a teare , ' Tis a starre about to drop From thine eye its spheare ; Each drop leaving a place so deare , Weeps for it selfe , is its owne teare .
Sweet Mary , thy faire eyes expence ? A moist sparke it is , A watry diamond ... O'tis not a teare , ' Tis a starre about to drop From thine eye its spheare ; Each drop leaving a place so deare , Weeps for it selfe , is its owne teare .
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A heav'nly image in the glass appears ; To that she bends , to that her eyes rears . she Th ' inferior priestess , at her altar's side , Trembling begins the sacred rites of Pride . Unnumber'd treasures ope at once , and here The ...
A heav'nly image in the glass appears ; To that she bends , to that her eyes rears . she Th ' inferior priestess , at her altar's side , Trembling begins the sacred rites of Pride . Unnumber'd treasures ope at once , and here The ...
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I would , said Geraldine , she were ! - 190 200 But soon with altered voice , said she ' Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! I have power to bid thee flee . ' Alas ! what ails poor Geraldine ? Why stares she with unsettled eye ?
I would , said Geraldine , she were ! - 190 200 But soon with altered voice , said she ' Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! I have power to bid thee flee . ' Alas ! what ails poor Geraldine ? Why stares she with unsettled eye ?
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