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Title: Poems
Year: 1850 (1850s)
Authors: Osgood, Frances Sargent Locke, 1811-1850 Darley, ---- Osgood, Samuel Stillman
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Publisher: Philadelphia, Carey and Hart
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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nd brow,If once you let Loves heavenly rayGlide in upon your heart to play,Would wake like her to glorious bloom,And all your lovely cage illume;And not, like her, the hapless sprite,Should Lilith mourn her lovers flight! 94 POEMS. Young Lilitli took the diamond ring, And while she watchd the fairys wing Within it play, she listend, mute And blushing to her lovers suit. Ah! woe the morn, sweet Lilith gave Her troth to him—the minstrel brave ! The bridal now was scarcely said, Ere from the gem the fairy fled, And as she glanced like light away, In Liliths dark eyes paled the ray; And ere the sprite was lost to view, Her cheek had changed its glowing hue: Her eyelids closed !—can it be death ? Ah, heaven ! that fluttering, failing breath,- The fay has fled—and Liliths soul, Too pure for this world, heavenward stole ! THE STATUE TO PYGMALION. Gaze on ! I thrill beneath thy gaze,I drink thy spirits potent rays;I tremble to each kiss they give:Great Jove ! I love, and therefore live.
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IDA TO ERNEST. 95 IDA TO ERNEST. Not because I turn to youAs the wild rose toward the light,With an impulse high and true,Seeking day and shunning night;Seeking that which most it needs,That which most its being feeds—Taking to its balmy breastThe one ray which loves it best:The dear, sacred, only ray,Which can bid its beauty play,In whose light it blooms aright,Glowing with divine delight—Not for this, your heart shall giveThat sweet love in which I live. Not because, in form or face,Aught of changeful, winsome grace,Fairy Fancys eye may trace—Not for Loves endearing vow,Not for charm of lip or brow,Not for beauty—love me thou! 96 POEMS. Not for tenderest touch or tone,Lavishd still on thee alone;Not because, in word and wile,Woman-wit would thee beguile,—Not for pleading tear and smile;Not because, with airy art,I may nutter round thy heart,Weaving witcherys web of light,Till it dazzle Reasons sight;Not for these, that heart must giveThat dear love on which I live ! But, i

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