In vain, fond youth, thy tears give o'er

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In vain you tell your parting lover

I tell thee, Charmion, could I time retrieve

It is not, Celia, in our power

It was a Friar of orders gray

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ATE when love I feem'd to flight

Let not love on me bestow

Let the ambitious favour find

Love and Folly were at play

Love's a dream of mighty treasure

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Love's but the frailty of the mind

ISTAKEN fair, lay Sherlock by

M Mortals, learn your lives to measure

My banks they are furnish'd with bees

My dear miftrefs has a heart.

My love was fickle once and changing

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NOT,

OT, Celia, that I juster am

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Now fee my Goddefs, earthly born

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'ER moorlands and mountains rude barren and bare S9

Of Leinfter fam'd for maidens fair

Oft on the troubled ocean's face

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On Belvidera's bofom lying

One morning very early, one morning in the spring

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Too plain, dear youth, thofe tell-tale eyes

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"Twas when the feas were roaring

To the brook and the willow that heard him complain 153

Turn, gentle hermit of the dale

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NAMES OF AUTHORS,

WITH REFERENCES.

Page.

123, 126, 128, 261, 263.

ARBAULD, MRS.

B 63 129

BUCKINGHAM, SHEFFIELD, D. OF 147.