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POLLIO:
XV.So fair a Blossom gentle Pollio wore,These were the Emblems of his healthful Mind;To him the letter'd Page display'd its Lore,To Him bright Fancy all her Wealth resign'd:
XVI.Him, with her purest Flames the Muse endow'd,Flames never to th' illiberal Thought allied;The sacred Sisters led where Virtue glow'dIn all her Charms; he saw, he felt, and died.
XVII.Oh Partner of my Infant Griefs and Joys!Big with the Scenes now past my Heart o'erflows,Bids each Endearment, fair as once, to rise,And dwells luxurious on her melting Woes.
