Through each expression ranging,           

             From pity to delight.           

                        

             From high or zealous feeling,           

             From arch, excursive grace,           

             From all with which a lovely mind           

             Endows the human face.           

                        

             Perhaps a new and careless eye           

             May not those beauties see,           

             And wonder to behold the power           

             Belinda has with me.           

                        

             The spell which holds this captive soul           

             She never would possess,           

             Were not her varying features rul'd           

             By sparkling playfulness,           

                        

             But when with aimless, trackless skill           

             Is twin'd a mazy chain,           

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