AMATORY SONGS, Since then it grows, and looks, and mils, Not of' itself, but thee. FAR? thee well, and if' forever, Still forever fare thee well! � Even though ?mforgiving, never �Gelnat thee can my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before Where thy head 9o off hath lain, While that came o'er thee Which know again, Would that thee glanc'd over, Every inmost thought might show, Then thou wouldst at length discover 'T was not well to spurn it so. But 't is donebail wo!dl?.g? idle, Words from P? a??. s?l; But the thoughflrwent?lll?'bridle Force their way against the will. Fare thee well, thus disunited, Toro from every nearer tie, Seared in heart, and lone, and bligthed, More than this,--I scarce can die. TO SIGH YET FF?t, NO PAIN. To sigh yet feel no pain; To weep yet scarce no why; To sport an hour with beauty'e chain, Then throw it idly by; To kneel at many a shrine, Yet lay the heart oo none; To think all other charms divine, But those we juse have wo?; ..
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