The Bijou;
or Annual of Literature and the Arts
compiled by William Fraser
London: William Pickering,
1828
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| COME, touch the harp, my gentle one! | 1 |
| And let the notes be sad and low, | 2 |
| Such as may breathe, in every tone, | 3 |
| The soul of long ago! | 4 |
| That smile of thine is all too bright | 5 |
| For aching hearts, and lovely years, | 6 |
| And, dearly as I love its light, | 7 |
| To- day I would have tears! | 8 |
| Yet weep not thus, my gentle girl! | 9 |
| No smile of thine has lost its spells; | 10 |
| By heaven! I love thy lightest curl, | 11 |
| Oh! more than fondly well! | 12 |
| Then touch the lyre, and let it wile | 13 |
| All thought of grief and gloom away, | 14 |
| While thou art by, with harp and smile, | 15 |
| I will not weep, to- day! | 16 |
from The Bijou, 1828, p. 76 |
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