Charlotte Dacre Poems

DEATH.
Lady, lady, come with me,
I am thy true friend;
New and strange sights shalt thou see
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THE greatest bliss
Is in a kiss—
A kiss of love refin'd,
When springs the soul
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BESIDE the parson's dusky bow'r
Why strays a troubl'd sprite,
That dimly shines in lonely hour
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YOU tell me that you truly love:
Ah! know you well what love does mean?
Does neither whim nor fancy move
The rapture of your transient dream?
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This elfin sprite, as ancient legends say,
Was fairy-born; on him they did bestow
The art to lead poor villagers astray,
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SWEET pillow! on whose down the loveliest fair
That e'er in slumber clos'd her radiant eyes,
Reclines, her wasted spirits to repair,
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FULL well I know what love does mean,
Full well its force and tyranny,
And captive in love's chains have been
Since first I set my eyes on thee.
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OH! Thou whose breath empoisons the sweet air,
Whose heart is evil, and whose mind despair;
Whose baleful tongue the fairest fame can blight,
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AVAUNT thee, soft Eloquence, exquisite harm!
Nor longer thy poison impart,
Nor longer endeavour, thou dangerous charm,
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HIS ruby cheek made orient crimson pale,
His gelid hair did stiffen in the gale;
Like silv'ry wire it glitter'd in the ray,
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