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[Ere Laura met my ravish'd view]
Ere Laura met my ravish'd view
My cheek confess'd health's roseate bloom,
My soul nor love nor sorrow knew:
How Beauty's power hath chang'd my doom!
My cheek confess'd health's roseate bloom,
My soul nor love nor sorrow knew:
How Beauty's power hath chang'd my doom!
'Mid lonely glades with tear-fraught eyes
Wand'ring, I mourn my secret pain;
The passing gale with lengthen'd sighs
In pity murmurs to my strain.
Wand'ring, I mourn my secret pain;
The passing gale with lengthen'd sighs
In pity murmurs to my strain.
Now, lull'd by hope's elysian smile,
My fears in silent slumber rest;
Now, soothing dreams of joy beguile
The night of thought, and chear my breast.
My fears in silent slumber rest;
Now, soothing dreams of joy beguile
The night of thought, and chear my breast.
But ah! too soon my grief returns—
Again tumultuous passions rise,
Again my tortur'd bosom burns;
And all the dear illusion flies!
Again tumultuous passions rise,
Again my tortur'd bosom burns;
And all the dear illusion flies!
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