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Lines written for a picture.
Oh, we've trifled away the sweetest dreams
Ever let loose from the courts above,
And linked our jests to the noblest themes
God and the angels love!
Ever let loose from the courts above,
And linked our jests to the noblest themes
God and the angels love!
Shame me no more with mimic sighs—
Poor cheat of love! poor mock of woe:
But show me in thy lifted eyes
The scorn I look thee now.
Poor cheat of love! poor mock of woe:
But show me in thy lifted eyes
The scorn I look thee now.
