Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By Loves EyesSamuel Woodworth (17841842)
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Bright, smiling, soft and granting,
Pulses play at every ray,
And hearts at every glance are panting.
Before the beamy eye of morn
We view the clouds of night receding;
So tender glances banish scorn,
For who can frown while Love is pleading?
Love’s eyes are so enchanting, &c.
Though bards in fabled tales rehearse it;
For if we wore a mask of steel,
Affection’s ardent gaze would pierce it.
Love’s eyes are so enchanting, &c.
The infant’s smiles and armor borrow,
To win a throb of joy for self,
And give his victims years of sorrow.
Love’s eyes are so enchanting, &c.