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I. VOL. I.
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[What slender paramour under a rosy cave]
What slender paramour under a rosy caveCourts thee, sweetly bedew'd with liquid essences?
Say, fair Pyrrha, for whom thou
Bindst thy tresses of wavy gold,
In plainness elegant? Often, alas! will he
Weep, and fondly bewail thy mutability,
Oft, rough with many tempests,
View yon seas with astonishment,
Who now, credulous youth, folds thee in ecstacy,
Who thee, ever a kind, ever a lovely maid
Hopes, unmindful of breezes
Fallacious! O unhappy, whom
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Yon votive monument indicates here to have
Hung my watery vestments
To the stern God of Ocean.
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