The dandy to his looking glass

• Posted by mgr on April 28th, 2008 filed in Zeitdokumente
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THEY talk of worlds of joy and love,
Of passions ardent, wild, and free
Of smiling eyes, and rosy lips: —
But thou art all the world to me.

I should have fainted oftentimes,
When saucy flirts have call’d me vain,
Had not one gentle glance at thee
Recall’d me into life again.

Let those, on whom sweet nature frowns,
Seek fresh delights beyond the sea;
While I contented stay at home,
And find each day new charms in thee.

Twas thou beheld’st each grace expand,
And taught me with such magic art,
To speak the language of the eyes,
And act the fair Adonis’ part.

Whiskers, mustachios, finely turn’d,
Owe their superior charms to thee :
How worthless were this foolish world,
Wert thou not here, mon vrai ami!

Quoted from: Henrietta F. Vallé: Autumnal leaves; or, Tints of memory and imagination. London: Smith, Elder and Col, 1837: 196-197.

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