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SONG....TO LAURA.
Maid of the cold suspicious heart,
Ah! wherefore doubt thy Henry's love?
Imputing thus to practised art
The signs that real passion prove.
Ah! wherefore doubt thy Henry's love?
Imputing thus to practised art
The signs that real passion prove.
While through the sleepless night I sigh,
And jealous fears and anguish own,
At morn in restless slumbers lie,
Then, languid, rise to muse alone:
And jealous fears and anguish own,
At morn in restless slumbers lie,
Then, languid, rise to muse alone:
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While harmony my soul disdains,
And beauties vainly round me shine,
Save when I hear thy favourite strains,
Or beauties see resembling thine:
And beauties vainly round me shine,
Save when I hear thy favourite strains,
Or beauties see resembling thine:
While I in fixed attention gaze,
If e'er thou breathe thy plaintive lay,
And while, though others loudly praise,
I deeply sigh, and nothing say:
If e'er thou breathe thy plaintive lay,
And while, though others loudly praise,
I deeply sigh, and nothing say:
While I reject thy offered hand,
And shun the touch which others seek,
Alone with thee in silence stand,
Nor dare, though chance befriend me, speak:....
And shun the touch which others seek,
Alone with thee in silence stand,
Nor dare, though chance befriend me, speak:....
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Ah! Laura, while I thus impart
The ardent love in which I pine,
While all these symptoms speak my heart,
Say, why should doubt inhabit thine?
The ardent love in which I pine,
While all these symptoms speak my heart,
Say, why should doubt inhabit thine?
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