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ODES.
Down the veiny temples growing,
O'er the sloping shoulders flowing, 64
And the smoothly-pencil'd brow,
Mild to him in every vow,
And the fringed lid below,
Thin as thinnest blossoms blow, 68
And the hazely-lucid eye,
Whence heart winning glances fly,
And that cheek of health, o'erspred
With soft-blended white and red, 72
And the witching smiles which break
Round those lips, which sweetly speak,
And thy gentleness of mind,
Gentle from a gentle kind, 76
These endowments, heav'nly dow'r!
Brought him in the promis'd hour,
Shall for ever bind him to thee,
Shall renew him still to woo thee. 80
O'er the sloping shoulders flowing, 64
And the smoothly-pencil'd brow,
Mild to him in every vow,
And the fringed lid below,
Thin as thinnest blossoms blow, 68
And the hazely-lucid eye,
Whence heart winning glances fly,
And that cheek of health, o'erspred
With soft-blended white and red, 72
And the witching smiles which break
Round those lips, which sweetly speak,
And thy gentleness of mind,
Gentle from a gentle kind, 76
These endowments, heav'nly dow'r!
Brought him in the promis'd hour,
Shall for ever bind him to thee,
Shall renew him still to woo thee. 80
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