 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
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XXXVIII.
Or as some youth waked from the vine's excess,Parched and impure, forgets the joys it gave,
And flies the fair Bacchante's wild caress
For some lone Naiad's grot, and cools him in the wave.
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |