. The poets and poetry in America, to the middle of the nineteenth century. knew, while worshipping their homage but the pastime of the hour,Still they, however guarded were the heart,Could every feeling from its fastness start—Deceive one still, howeer deceived before,And make him wish thus to be cheated more,Till, grown at last in such illusions gray,Faith followd Hope and stole with Love was Alinda; such in her combinedThose charms which round our very nature wind;Which, when together they in one conspire,He who admires must love—who sees, perilous; upon
. The poets and poetry in America, to the middle of the nineteenth century. knew, while worshipping their homage but the pastime of the hour,Still they, however guarded were the heart,Could every feeling from its fastness start—Deceive one still, howeer deceived before,And make him wish thus to be cheated more,Till, grown at last in such illusions gray,Faith followd Hope and stole with Love was Alinda; such in her combinedThose charms which round our very nature wind;Which, when together they in one conspire,He who admires must love—who sees, perilous; upon the sightNow beamd her beauty in resistless light,And subtly now into the heart it stole,And, ere it startled, occupied the well for her, that lovely mischief, wellThat she could not the pangs it wakend tell;That, like the princess in the fairy tale,No soft emotions could her soul assail;For Nature,—that Alinda should not feelFor wounds her eyes might make, but never heal,—In mercy, while she did each gift impartOf rarest excellence, withheld a heart!. wm
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