English poem

On Hearing A Song In Praise Of A Lady'S Beauty

'Tis not the lily-brow I prize, Nor roseate cheeks, nor sunny eyes, Enough of lilies and of roses! A thousand-fold more dear to me The gentle look that Love discloses,-- The look that Love alone can see!

Keepsake, 1830.

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On Himself
On His Proposing To Domesticate With The Author
On Imitation[26:1]

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