From thy own smile I snatched the snake.
In solitude, when we are least alone.
Even to the delicacy of their handThere was resemblance such as true blood wears.
These two hated with a hateFound only on the stage.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Maid of Athens, ere we part,Give, oh give me back my heart!
There is a snake in thy smile, my dear,And bitter poison within thy tear.
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
But owned that smile, if oft observed and near,Waned in its mirth, and wither'd to a sneer.
And the hall is lone, and the hall is drear,For the smiling of woman shineth not here.
A smile that glow'dCelestial rosy red, love's proper hue.
Her very frowns are fairer farThan smiles of other maidens are.
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
With the smile that was childlike and bland.
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