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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song.—Thy form was fair</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thy form was fair, thine eye was bright, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Thy voice was melody; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Around thee beam'd the purest light </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Of love's own sky. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Each word that trembled on thy tongue </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Was sweet, was dear to me; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A spell in those soft numbers hung </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> That drew my soul to thee. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thy form, thy voice, thine eyes are now </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> As beauteous and as fair; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But though still blooming is thy brow, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Love is not there. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And though as sweet thy voice be yet, </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> I treasure not the tone; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It cannot bid my heart forget— </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=449993" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Its tenderness is gone!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Louisa+Stuart+Costello">Louisa Stuart Costello</a></strong></div>

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