| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 12501900. |
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| Thomas Parnell. 16701718 |
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| 436. Song |
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| WHEN thy beauty appears | |
| In its graces and airs | |
| All bright as an angel new dropp'd from the sky, | |
| At distance I gaze and am awed by my fears: | |
| So strangely you dazzle my eye! | 5 |
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| 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 you're a woman again. | 10 |
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| There 's 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. | 15 |
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