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UPON STELLA
Appearing always at her Window.
I
Young Stella bright in Beauty's early DawnDisplays to constant View her radiant Eyes,
But unregarded like the daily Sun
Her glaring Charms are seen without Surprize.
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II
O would the fair One shine with well-tim'd Care,Like Comets rare amidst the gloomy Sky,
Then would the Nymph be fatal as the Star,
Then Worlds would burn, and haughty Princes die.
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