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Page 103
I rue the riches of my former fate ; Sweet Comfort's blafted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the bleffings once so dear ; And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ?
I rue the riches of my former fate ; Sweet Comfort's blafted clusters I lament ; I tremble at the bleffings once so dear ; And ev'ry pleasure pains me to the heart . Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ?
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Celestial happiness , whene'er she ftoops To visit earth , one shrine the goddess finds , And one alone , to make her sweet amends For absent Heav'n --- the bosom of a Friend : Where heart meets heart , reciprocally soft ...
Celestial happiness , whene'er she ftoops To visit earth , one shrine the goddess finds , And one alone , to make her sweet amends For absent Heav'n --- the bosom of a Friend : Where heart meets heart , reciprocally soft ...
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The like may of the Heart be said : Courage and terror there are bred . All those whose hearts are loose and low , Start , if they hear but the Tattoo : And mighty physical their fear is For , soon as noise of combat near is , Their ...
The like may of the Heart be said : Courage and terror there are bred . All those whose hearts are loose and low , Start , if they hear but the Tattoo : And mighty physical their fear is For , soon as noise of combat near is , Their ...
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