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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 201 |
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I'll see the brightness of thine eye In the blue evening's dewy star; In crystal streams thy purity ; And look on heaven to look on thee.
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TRUE LOVELINESS
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T is not beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand, Nor mermaid's yellow pride of hair.
Tell me not of your starry eyes, *
Your lips that seem on roses fed, S
Your breasts, where Cupid tumbling lies, Nor sleeps for kissing of his bed.
A bloomy pair of vermeil cheeks, Like Hebe's in her ruddiest hours,
A breath that softer music speaks
Than summer winds a-wooing flowers,
These are but gauds. Nay, what are lips ?
Coral beneath the ocean-stream, Whose brink when your adventurer slips,
Full oft he perisheth on them.
And what are cheeks, but ensigns oft That wave hot youths to fields of blood ?
Did Helen's breast, though ne'er so soft, Do Greece or Ilium any good ? |
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