Mother, I Cannot Mind My Wheel

Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
    My fingers ache, my lips are dry:
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!
    But Oh, who ever felt as I!

No longer could I doubt him true;
    All other men may use deceit:
He always said my eyes were blue,
    And often swore my lips were sweet.

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You Smiled, You Spoke, and I Believed

You smiled, you spoke, and I believed,
By every word and smile deceived.
Another man would hope no more;
Nor hope I what I hoped before:
But let not this last wish be vain;
Deceive, deceive me once again!

--Walter Savage Landor

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