William Julius Mickle Quotes10 of 11 |
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And who can boast he never felt the fires, The trembling throbbings of the young desires, When he beheld the breathing roses glow, And the soft heavings of the living snow; The waving ringlets of the auburn hair, And all the rapturous graces of the fair! Oh! what defence, if fixt on him, he spy The languid sweetness of the stedfast eye! Ye who have felt the dear luxurious smart, When angel-charms oppress the powerless heart, In pity here relent the brow severe, And o'er Fernando's weakness drop the tear.
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