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"Poems." In the digital collection British Women Romantic Poets. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/TempLPoems. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed April 27, 2025.
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A PERSIAN ODE OF THE MORNING.
Deepen thy blush, oh Rose of Spring !His richest musk let Zephyr fling ;And thro' the green voluptuous groveTremble the melting notes of Love.Her softest smile let Morning wear,Tell the gay Nymph to seem more fair ;And prithee mix the brightest diesWith azure of Arabian skies.Thou loit'ring Sun thy race begin,Sail through yon vault of Ether thin,
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Ere those sweet eyes shall ope their rays,And far eclipse thy lesser blaze.E'en now their fringed lids unclose,And all my frame with passion glowsI gaze upon their liquid light,And Paradise appears in sight.But ah ! again their charms are veil'd,Again they closeere scarcely hail'd !Again she sleeps, and visions bright,Give way to all the gloom of Night.And canst thou sleep, while passion wakes,While Zephyr e'en his cave forsakes ?See ! how his light wings gaily plyAs wild he wanders thro' the sky !See how he searches ev'ry bow'r,And kisses ev'ry laughing flow'r !
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Narcissus lifts the languid headAnd myrtle blooms a deeper red ;E'en vi'lets ope the purple eye,And pay with sweets his panting sigh.But oh ! my Rose my presence flies,And pays with scorn my trembling sighs.She turns to court the God of Sleep,And leaves her Selim's eyes to weep.
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