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an allegory.
Wild blue eyes, where passion blends with malice,
Red, ripe lips,—Temptation triumphs there!
Or if thence the tried heart proudly rallies,
In her form, voluptuously fair,
Grace, so tenderly alluring, dailies,
With her captive, that he loves the snare.
Loose her gorgeous robe, her feet are bare!—
Thus the charmer sings, with wooing air,—
Red, ripe lips,—Temptation triumphs there!
Or if thence the tried heart proudly rallies,
In her form, voluptuously fair,
Grace, so tenderly alluring, dailies,
With her captive, that he loves the snare.
Loose her gorgeous robe, her feet are bare!—
Thus the charmer sings, with wooing air,—
Taste the goblet! beauteous mortal!
Quickly taste, and fly with me!
Yonder gleams the golden portal
Of a mansion made for thee.
There will Pleasure's downy pillow
Woo thee to luxurious rest;
There will Trouble's stormy billow
Never fret thy charmèd breast!
Beauty there shall bless the hours,
Flitting by on balmy wing;
Joy shah bind thy brow with flowers;
Hope of new delights shall sing.
Drain the goblet! beauteous mortal!
Quickly drain! and fly with me!
Yonder gleams the radiant portal
Of the mansion wrought for thee!
Quickly taste, and fly with me!
Yonder gleams the golden portal
Of a mansion made for thee.
There will Pleasure's downy pillow
Woo thee to luxurious rest;
There will Trouble's stormy billow
Never fret thy charmèd breast!
Beauty there shall bless the hours,
Flitting by on balmy wing;
Joy shah bind thy brow with flowers;
Hope of new delights shall sing.
Drain the goblet! beauteous mortal!
Quickly drain! and fly with me!
Yonder gleams the radiant portal
Of the mansion wrought for thee!
