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LOVE IN A STORM. |
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LOVE IN A STORM.
Quam juvat immites ventos audire cubautem,
Et dominam tenero continuisse sinu.
Tibullus.
Et dominam tenero continuisse sinu.
Tibullus.
Loud sung the wind in the ruins above,
Which murmur'd the warnings of Time o'er our head;
While fearless we offer'd devotions to Love,
The rude rock our pillow, the rushes our bed.
Which murmur'd the warnings of Time o'er our head;
While fearless we offer'd devotions to Love,
The rude rock our pillow, the rushes our bed.
Damp was the chill of the wintry air,
But it made us cling closer, and warmly unite;
Dread was the lightning, and horrid its glare,
But it show'd me my Julia in languid delight.
But it made us cling closer, and warmly unite;
Dread was the lightning, and horrid its glare,
But it show'd me my Julia in languid delight.
To my bosom she nestled, and felt not a fear,
Though the shower did beat, and the tempest did frown:
Her sighs were as sweet, and her murmurs as dear,
As if she lay lull'd on a pillow of down!
Though the shower did beat, and the tempest did frown:
Her sighs were as sweet, and her murmurs as dear,
As if she lay lull'd on a pillow of down!
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