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The DISAPPOINTMENT.

With all the rapture which can fire love's breast,
I kept the hour design'd to make me blest:
Courtier ne'er watch'd so much the monarch's nod,
Pilgrim ne'er sought with greater zeal his God:
Each petticoat that rustled by, my heart
Bounded as if 'twould from its centre start!
To ev'ry form spied by the glimm'ring lamp
I ran, which seen, but caus'd a greater damp:

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Wearied at length, sore vex'd, and chill'd my flame,
I turn'd,—for damn the Jilt she never came.