The Fate of Adelaide | ||
XIV.
Thus far my song hath reach'd again to thee,With whom my strain began: say, will thy smile
Beam on my harp, like sunshine upon flowers,
Depriv'd of which they die? Oh! if one note
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Enough, enough! whate'er my fate may be,
That song is transport, that wins praise from thee.
The Fate of Adelaide | ||