Thomas Burbidge Poems

She bewitched me
With such a sweet and genial charm,
I knew not when I wounded was,
And when I found it, hugged the harm.
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Speak it no more-no more with words profane
What only for the language of the eye
Is fit-what only can be told thereby!
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Comes something down with eventide
Beside the sunset’s golden bars,
Beside the floating scents, beside
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HE sang so wildly, did the Boy,
That you could never tell
If ’t was a madman’s voice you heard,
Or if the spirit of a bird
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