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Nora Creina

By John Stevenson


Lesbia hath a beaming eyeBut know one knows for whom it beamethRight and left it\u27s arrows flyBut what they aim at no one dreamethSweeter \u27tis to gaze uponMy Nora\u27s lid, that seldom risesFew her looks, but every oneLike an unexpected look, surprisesOh, my Nora Creina dearMy gentle bashful Nora CreinaBeauty lies in many eyesBut love in yours my Nora Creina Lesbia wears a robe of goldBut all so close the nymph hath lac\u27d itNot a charm of beauty\u27s mouldPresues to stay where nature plac\u27d itOh my Nora\u27s gown for meThat floats as wild as mountain breezesLeaving every beaury freeTo sink or swell, as heaven pleasesYes, my Nora Creina, dearMy simple graceful Nora CreinaNature\u27s dress is lovelinessThe dress you wear, my Nora Creina Lesbia hath a wit refin\u27dBut, w hen its points are gleaming round usWho can tell if they\u27re design\u27dTo dazzle merely, or to wound us?Pillow\u27d on my Nora\u27s heartIn safer slumber love reposesBed of peace whose roughest partIs but the crumpling of the rosesOh my Nora Creina dearMy mild, my artless Nora CreinaWit, tho\u27 bright, hath not the lightThat warms your eyes, my Nora Crein

Publisher: Digital Commons @ Connecticut College
Year: 1830
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