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Picture |
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I fixe mine eye on thine and there [276] |
Pitty my picture, burning in thine eye. |
My Picture drownd in a transparent Teare, |
When I looke lower, I espy. |
Hadst thou the wicked skill |
By pictures made and marrd to kill |
How many wayes mightst thou performe thy will? |
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But now I haue drunke thy sweetest Teares |
And though thou powre more, Ile depart, |
My picture vanished, vanish all feares |
That I can bee indam̄aged by thy Art |
Though thou retayne of mee |
One Picture more: Yet that will bee |
(Beeing in thine owne heart) from malice free |
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[aTranscriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems, elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions.] |