by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 - 1919)
O praise me not with thy lips, dear one!
Language: English
O praise me not with thy lips, dear one! Though thy tender words I prize. But dearer by far is the soulful gaze Of your eyes, your beautiful eyes, Your tender, loving eyes. O chide me not with your lips, dear one! Though I cause your bosom sighs. You can make repentance deeper far By your sad, reproving eyes, Your sorrowful, troubled eyes. Words, at the best, are but hollow sounds; Above, in the beaming skies, The constant stars say never a word, But only smile with their eyes -- Smile on with their lustrous eyes. Then breathe no vow with your lips, dear one; On the wingèd wind speech flies. But I read the truth of your noble heart In your soulful, speaking eyes -- In your deep and beautiful eyes.
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Confirmed with Poetical works of Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Edinburgh : W. P. Nimmo, Hay, & Mitchell, 1917.
Text Authorship:
- by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850 - 1919), "Song (from 'Maurine')" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Samuel Coleridge-Taylor (1875 - 1912), "O praise me not", op. 45 no. 2 (1901), published 1903 [ voice and piano ], from Six American Lyrics, no. 2 [sung text not yet checked]
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This text was added to the website: 2022-01-06
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Word count: 130