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Title: Poems
Year: 1900 (1900s)
Authors: Lytton, Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton, Earl of, 1831-1891
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Publisher: Boston, Houghton, Mifflin and Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ed, and availably current asgold. Which, secure of its value, so fluentlyrolled In free circulation from hand on to hand For the usage of all, at a moments com-mand ; For once it rebelled, it was mute andunstirred, And he looked at Lucile without speak-ing a word. Perha))s what so troubled him was, that the faceOn whose features he gazed had no more than a traceOf the face his remembrance had imaged for years.Yes ! the iace he remembered was faded with tears :Grief had famished the figure, and dimmed the dark eyes.And starved the pale lips, too acquainted with sighs.And that tender, and gracious, and fond coqiicUcricOf a woman who knows her least ribbon to beSomething dear to the lips that so warmly caressEvery sacred detail of her exquisite dress.In the careless toilet of Lucile, — then too sadTo care aught to her changeable beauty to add,—Lord Alfred had never admired before !Alas! poor Lucile, in those weak days of yore.Had neglected herself, never heeding, nor thinking LUCILE.
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(While the blossom and bloom of her beauty were shrinking)That sorrow can beautify only the heart—Not the face — of a woman ; and can but impart.Its endearment to one that has suifered. In truthGrief hath beauty for grief; but gay youth loves gay youth. The woman that now met, unshrinking,his gaze, Seemed to bask in the silent but sumptu-ous haze Of that soft second summer, more ripethan the first, Which returns when the bud to theblossom hath burst 36 LUCILE. In despite of the stormiest April. LucileHad acquired that matchless unconscious appealTo the homage which none but a churl would withhold —That caressing and exquisite giace — never bold,Ever present —which just a few women possess.From a healthful repose, undisturbed by the stressOf unquiet emotions, her soft cheek had drawnA freshness as pure as the twilight of dawn.Her figure, though slight, had revived everywhereThe luxurious proportions of youth ; and her hair —Once shoin as an offering to passionate love —No

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