I'LL gaze no more on her bewitching face,
Since ruin harbours there in every place ;
For my enchanted soul alike she drowns
With calms and tempests of her smiles and frowns.
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For if she dart, like lightning, through the air
Her beams of wrath, she kills me with despair:
If she behold me with a pleasing eye,
I surfeit with excess of joy, and die. very fine poem. tony
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For if she dart, like lightning, through the air Her beams of wrath, she kills me with despair: If she behold me with a pleasing eye, I surfeit with excess of joy, and die. very fine poem. tony