Poems (Mitford)/Lines, imitated from the Italian
IMITATED FROM THE ITALIAN.
Thy youth and beauty all admire,
And yet, fair Caroline, I'm free;
Thine eyes the coldest heart might fire,
Yet harmless dart their rays on me.
And yet, fair Caroline, I'm free;
Thine eyes the coldest heart might fire,
Yet harmless dart their rays on me.
While gentle Julia's artless grace
My soul with love's soft transport warms,
Unmov'd I view thy matchless face,
Yet yield to Julia's simple charms.
My soul with love's soft transport warms,
Unmov'd I view thy matchless face,
Yet yield to Julia's simple charms.
'Tis that her smile its dimple owes
To gaiety devoid of art;
Tis that her eyes' mild lustre flows
From her own pure and spotless heart.
To gaiety devoid of art;
Tis that her eyes' mild lustre flows
From her own pure and spotless heart.
Thy beauty, fair and haughty maid!
Is transient as a summer's day;
But Julia's charms can never fade,
Her soul will bloom amid decay.
Is transient as a summer's day;
But Julia's charms can never fade,
Her soul will bloom amid decay.