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And lighted up her brow, and flash'd her eye, As many that were wandering careless by Caught but a sound, and paused to hear what more Her lip might utter of its honey store. She had that sparkling wit which is like light, Making all things touch'd with its radiance bright; And a sweet voice, whose words would chain all round, Although they had no other charm than sound. And many named her name, and each with praise; Some with her passionate beauty fill'd their gaze, Some mark'd her graceful step, and others spoke Of the so many hearts that own'd the yoke Of her bewildering smile; meantime, her own Seem'd as that it no other love had known