WHILE many a fond and blooming maid
Attempts thy heart to gain;
And, by thy fatal smile betrayed,
Thinks not she strives in vain:
While in those eyes of tender blue
They answering passion see,
And in thy sweet expression view
The charm that conquered me:....
I still should scorn their winning art,
And be, my Henry, blest,
If thou wouldst give that precious heart
To her who loves thee best.
Song. While Many A Fond
Amelia Opie
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Poem topics: passion, smile, tender, blue, sweet, precious, view, charm, expression, gain, heart, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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