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THOMAS PARNELL

1679-1718

447                                                     Song

     WHEN thy beauty appears
     In its graces and airs
All bright as an angel new droppd from the sky,
At distance I gaze and am awed by my fears:
     So strangely you dazzle my eye!
     But when without art
     Your kind thoughts you impart,
When your love runs in blushes through every vein;
When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart,
     Then I know youre a woman again.

     Theres a passion and pride
     In our sex (she replied),
And thus, might I gratify both, I would do:
Still an angel appear to each lover beside,
     But still be a woman to you.

 

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