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To Lothario

Think not,

Lothario, while I

The bright expression of thy face,

And on thy cheek of crimson

Emotion's varying beauties trace,

That in my heart one feeling dwells,

But what the coldest must approve,

Nor think my conscious bosom

With aught resembling secret love.

No….still these eyes can fix on thine,

Nor fear their keenest glance to meet;

And when thou boldly searchest mine,

My quiet heart disdains to beat.

But, if by vain self-love misled,

Thou in my looks canst passion see;

And think, by weak illusions fed,

My towering hopes aspire to thee….

Let us my absent Henry seek;

And when he meets my conscious eyes,

In every glance my heart will speak,

And plainly tell for whom it sighs.

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Amelia Opie

Amelia Opie, née Alderson (12 November 1769 – 2 December 1853), was an English author who published numerous novels in the Romantic period up to…

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