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FROM DE LAMARTINE.
Though her lips with love are warm,
Theirs is but a heartless charm,
Which the feeling shocks and freezes,
Even while the sense it pleases.
They betray the curves of care.
But her cheek is soft and fair,
Like the lily's languid lustre
When the breezes warmly play,
And the drooping flowrets cluster,
Faint beneath the summer ray.
Theirs is but a heartless charm,
Which the feeling shocks and freezes,
Even while the sense it pleases.
They betray the curves of care.
But her cheek is soft and fair,
Like the lily's languid lustre
When the breezes warmly play,
And the drooping flowrets cluster,
Faint beneath the summer ray.