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a ballad.
By echoing harps and by tapers bright,
By mirth and dance surrounded,
That Lady she soon bade her grief good night,
And her light heart gaily bounded!
By mirth and dance surrounded,
That Lady she soon bade her grief good night,
And her light heart gaily bounded!
And if yet upon her wavering sense
A saddening thought remains,
Hark! Flattery is nigh to drive it thence,
With its false yet dulcet strains!
A saddening thought remains,
Hark! Flattery is nigh to drive it thence,
With its false yet dulcet strains!
See how she listens, and blushes, and smiles,
Her vow and her griefs forgetting,
While entranced by the syren's warbled wiles
She marks each rival fretting!
Her vow and her griefs forgetting,
While entranced by the syren's warbled wiles
She marks each rival fretting!
"Now Lady, and are those sweet smiles thine own,
Or to another given?"
Or to another given?"
