half - distracted sense, Kindle anew the smouldering flame!
What wouldest thou! She thinks you've taken flight; It seems, she's partly in
I'm near her still - and should I distant rove, Her I can ne'er forget, ne'er lose
her love; And all things touch'd by those sweet lips of hers, Even the very
'Tis well! I oft have envied you indeed, The twin - pair that among the roses
Go to! I laugh, the while you rail, The power which fashion'd youth and maid,
Well understood the noble trade; So neither shall occasion fail. But hence! -
A mighty grief I trow! Unto thy lov'd one's chamber thou And not to death
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