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SONG II.
[That languish of the lust'rous blue]
I
That languish of the lust'rous blue,Which melts in Charlotte's tearful eye,
Seems like the violet's tender dew,
Where gently breathes a zephyr's sigh.
II
Soft as at eve the violet glows,The trembling tear may Pity move;
But, Charlotte, if the brighter rose
Hath charms, O steal a blush for Love!
P.
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