Irene: a poem, in six cantos: miscellaneous poems

XL.

	She look'd, but spoke not. Her dark olive skin
	Nor paly grief nor crimson blush betray'd:
	Her lips, scarce parted, quiver'd—and within,
	The tongue for voice seem'd powerless, or afraid.
	Her clear eyes seem'd grown smaller, and display'd
	Such twinkling light as in the lamp is seen,
	When some stray water-drop has lent its aid
	To make a sputtering fire-work, blue and green:
	In short she look'd terrific, burst with spite, and mean.

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Courtesy of University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
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Title: Irene, a Poem, in Six Cantos
By:  Northampton, Margaret Clephane Compton, d. 1830, creator, British Women Romantic Poets Project
Date: 2001 (issued)
Contributing Institution: University of California, Davis. General Library. Digital Intitiatives Program.; http://digital.lib.ucdavis.edu/projects/bwrp
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