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Cruelty.
A Harpy, frightful, with a horrid Frown,Threat'ning her angry Eyes, her Brows hung down;
One hateful Look's sufficient to impart
Despair and Terror to the trembling Heart.
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New Torments for poor Lovers still invents.
The mighty Tyrant's Name is Cruelty,
With Love's soft God at constant Enmity.
Her horrid Aspect did me so affright,
That I all trembling hasted from her Sight;
Leaving the unconcern'd hard-hearted Maid,
And on a River's Bank my self all fainting laid.
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