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Thomas Moore (Томас Мур)


Did Not


'Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;
We saw it in each other's eye,
And wished, in every half-breathed sigh,
To speak, but did not.

She felt my lips' impassioned touch -
'Twas the first time I dared so much,
And yet she chid not;
But whispered o'er my burning brow,
'Oh, do you doubt I love you now?'
Sweet soul! I did not.

Warmly I felt her bosom thrill,
I pressed it closer, closer still,
Though gently bid not;
Till - oh! the world hath seldom heard
Of lovers, who so nearly erred,
And yet, who did not. 



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From “Irish Melodies”. 61. I’d Mourn the Hopes
  2. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 3
  3. From “Irish Melodies”. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
  4. From “Irish Melodies”. 92. O’Donohue’s Mistress
  5. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 68


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