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To CÆLIA absent.
At thy approach each new-born Joy appear'd,
Each growing Pleasure fill'd thy Lover's Breast,
As by the Sun's returning Lustre cheer'd;
Each blooming Hedge with sprightlier Green is drest.
Each growing Pleasure fill'd thy Lover's Breast,
As by the Sun's returning Lustre cheer'd;
Each blooming Hedge with sprightlier Green is drest.
But now alas! I sigh in lonesome Woe,
My former Pleasures now my Tears employ,
Cou'd it be thought such bitter Pains shou'd flow,
From the Possession of such heav'nly Joy?
My former Pleasures now my Tears employ,
Cou'd it be thought such bitter Pains shou'd flow,
From the Possession of such heav'nly Joy?
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