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Thomas Moore - Lesbia Hath a Beaming Eye
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Lesbia hath a beaming eye, 
   But no one knows for whom it beameth; 
Right and left its arrows fly, 
   But what they aim at no one dreameth. 
Sweeter `tis to gaze upon 
   My Nora`s lid that seldom rises; 
Few its looks, but every one, 
   Like unexpected light, surprises! 
      Oh, my Nora Creina, dear, 
   My gentle, bashful Nora Creina, 
   Beauty lies 
   In many eyes, 
   But Love in yours, my Nora Creina. 

Lesbia wears a robe of gold, 
   But all so close the nymph hath laced it, 
Not a charm of beauty`s mould 
   Presumes to stay where Nature placed it. 
Oh! my Nora`s gown for me, 
   That floats as wild as mountain breezes, 
Leaving every beauty free 
   To sink or swell as Heaven pleases. 
      Yes, my Nora Creina, dear, 
   My simple, graceful Nora Creina, 
   Nature`s dress 
   Is loveliness — 
   The dress you wear, my Nora Creina. 

Lesbia hath a wit refined, 
   But, when its points are gleaning round us, 
Who can tell if they`re design`d 
   To dazzle merely, or to wound us? 
Pillow`d on my Nora`s heart, 
   In safer slumber Love reposes — 
Bed of peace! whose roughest part 
   Is but the crumpling of the roses. 
      Oh! my Nora Creina, dear, 
   My mild, my artless Nora Creina! 
   Wit, though bright, 
   Hath no such light 
   As warms your eyes, my Nora Creina.
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