Robert Nugent Poems

I lov'd thee beautiful and kind,
And plighted an eternal vow;
So alter'd are thy face and mind,
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Since first you knew my am'rous smart,
Each day augments your proud disdain;
'Twas then enough to break my heart,
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My heart still hovering round about you,
I thought I could not live without you;
Now we have liv'd three months asunder,
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Upon the Bust of English Worthies, at Stow.

Among these chiefs of British race,
Who live in breathing stone,
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Foul—with graceless verse,
The noble—dar'd asperse.
But when he saw her well bespatter'd, ...
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Tho' cheerful, discreet, and with freedom well bred,
She never repented an idle word said
Securely she smiles on the forward and bold,
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Lye on! while my revenge shall be,
To speak the very truth of thee.
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I swore I lov'd, and you believ'd,
Yet, trust me, we were both deceiv'd;
Though all I swore was true.
I lov'd one gen'rous, good, and kind,
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On Mrs. Penelope.

The gentle Pen, with look demure,
Awhile was thought a virgin pure
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While Lucy, chaste as mountain snows,
Gives every idle fop a hearing;
In Mary's breast a passion glows,
Which stronger is from not appearing.
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