To Cloe. Imitated From Martial.
By Thomas Moore
I could resign that eye of blue. How e'er its splendor used to thrill me; And even that cheek of roseate hue,-- To lose it, Cloe, scarce would kill me. That snowy neck I ne'er should miss, However much I've raved about it; And sweetly as that lip can kiss, I think I could exist without it. In short, so well I've learned to fast, That, sooth my love, I know not whether I might not bring myself at last, To--do without you altogether.
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