AMATORY OH! THINK NOT I AM FALS? 0?*. think not I am false as air, Which perhaps a moment chauges; Oh! think not I love dark or fair, Just as my fancy ranges. For the love which in my bosom glows, I swear can wander never; . Within my heart thy image grows, �And there shall grow forever. Oh! think not I am idly caught, By ev'ry passing beauty; Oh*. think not I cpn e'er be taught, To swerve, love, frotn my duty. Thy beauteous smiles have won my heart, I adr, re thee, though we sever; 'I swear,'dear girl, although apart, That I will love thee ever. IS THERE A HEART. Is there a heart that never loved, Or felt sort woman's sigh? Is there a man can mark unmov'd Dear woman's tearful eye? Oh! bear him to some distant shore Or soli*.ary cell� Where nought but savage monsters roar,. Where love ne'er de?ga'd to dwell. �For there's a charm in woman's eye, A language in her tear; A spell ir? every sacred sigh, To man, to virtue dear; And he who can resist her smiles, %Vith brutes alone should live, Igor taste that joy which care beguiles, That joy her virtues give. 0,?,?,?Google
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