Oh! Not on Me Those Glances Bend

Amelia Alderson Opie

1769 to 1853

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Oh! not on me those glances bend
Which every dazzled sense confound;
They may to charm alone intend,
But Lady, while they charm, they wound.

Thou think'st those eyes and lips of love
Can only wake the soul to joy,
But that deluding thought reprove—
They first delight, and then destroy.

Thus, when in matchless splendor bright,
The sun beams forth from Indian skies,
The gazer hails the wond'rous sight;
But while he gazes, sinks and dies.

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