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But I reluctant leave the pleasing views,
Which Fancy dresses to delight the Muse;
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And northern tempests damp the rising fire;
They chill the tides of Fancy's flowing sea,
Cease then, my song, cease the unequal lay.
A Fu-
But I reluctant leave the pleasing views,
Which Fancy dresses to delight the Muse;
And northern tempests damp the rising fire;
They chill the tides of Fancy's flowing sea,
Cease then, my song, cease the unequal lay.
A Fu-