Edward Coote Pinkney Quotes on Poetry
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I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, 'T is less of earth than heaven.
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Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words.
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Look out upon the stars, my love, And shame them with thine eyes.