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ODE XXXIII. THE SWALLOW.

Lovely Swallow, once a Year,
Pleas'd you pay your Visit here;
When our Clime the Sun-beams gild,
Here your airy Nest you build;
And, when bright Days cease to smile,
Fly to Memphis, or the Nile:

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But, alas! within my Breast
Love for ever makes his Nest;
There the little Cupids lie,
Some prepare their Wings to fly,
Some unhatch'd, some form'd in Part,
Lie close nestling at my Heart,
Chirping loud; their ceaseless Noise
All my golden Peace destroys:

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Some, quite fledg'd and fully grown,
Nurse the Younglings as their own;
These, when feather'd, others feed,
And thus propagate their Breed.
Dreadful Torment I sustain,
What, alas! can ease my Pain:
The vast Flocks of Loves that dwell
In my Breast no Tongue can tell.