Heaven, her dancing ! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender; Her eyes were full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender! Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 't... The Literary souvenir; or, Cabinet of poetry and romance, ed. by A.A. Watts - Page 112 edited by - 1831 Full view -
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