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Why Bid My Trembling Lips Explain

by Amelia Alderson Opie

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Soft be the voice

by Sir Henry Taylor

−0.3924 − 0.4385i

Drawing the boundary…

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Why Bid My Trembling Lips Explain

by Amelia Alderson Opie

Why bid my trembling lips explain
The faithful love in which I pine?
Oh! ask not words, for words were vain,
But read my eyes when fixt on thine.

Yet should this timid, conscious eye,
Bent on the earth, refuse to speak,—
Then, Henry, mark when thou art nigh
The tell-tale blush that paints my cheek.

Soft be the voice

by Sir Henry Taylor

Soft be the voice and friendly that rebukes
The error of thy way,
For sickness hath the summer of thy looks
Touched with decay.

Now may be pardoned, even for virtue's sake,
Words of less gall than grief—
The warning of autumnal winds that shake
The yellowing leaf.

They bid thee if thou leav'st thy bloom behind,
Bethink thee to repair
That ravage, and the aspect of thy mind
To make more fair.

Let not thy loss of brightness be a loss,
Which might be countless gain,
If from thy beauty it should purge the dross,
Eat out the stain.

Then beauty with pure purposes allied
Wouldst thou account—to lift
The minds of men from worldliness and pride—
A trust—not gift.

Oh! may thy sickness, sanative to thee,
Bring thee to know that trust!
That so thy soul may to thy beauty be
Not less than just.

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