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Poems on
THE
COMPLAINT.
CÆLIA to DAMON.
I who was once the Glory of the Plain,
The fairest Virgin of the Virgin Train,
Am now (by thee O! faithless Man betray'd!)
A fal'n, a lost, a miserable Maid.
Ye Winds, that witness to my deep Despair,
Receive my Sighs, and waft them thro' the Air,
And gently breathe them to my Damon's Ear!
The fairest Virgin of the Virgin Train,
Am now (by thee O! faithless Man betray'd!)
A fal'n, a lost, a miserable Maid.
Ye Winds, that witness to my deep Despair,
Receive my Sighs, and waft them thro' the Air,
And gently breathe them to my Damon's Ear!
Curst,