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III. The Rose-Bud.
See, Flavia, see that budding rose,
How bright beneath the bush it glows;
How safely there it lurks conceal'd;
How quickly blasted, when reveal'd!
How bright beneath the bush it glows;
How safely there it lurks conceal'd;
How quickly blasted, when reveal'd!
The sun with warm attractive rays
Tempts it to wanton in the blaze:
A blast descends from eastern skies,
And all its blushing radiance dies.
Tempts it to wanton in the blaze:
A blast descends from eastern skies,
And all its blushing radiance dies.
Then guard, my fair! your charms divine;
And check the fond desire to shine
Where fame's transporting rays allure,
While here more happy, more secure.
And check the fond desire to shine
Where fame's transporting rays allure,
While here more happy, more secure.
The breath of some neglected maid
Shall make you sigh you left the shade:
A breath to beauty's bloom unkind,
As, to the rose, an eastern wind.
Shall make you sigh you left the shade:
A breath to beauty's bloom unkind,
As, to the rose, an eastern wind.
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The nymph reply'd, “You first, my swain,
“Confine your sonnets to the plain;
“One envious tongue alike disarms,
“You, of your wit, me, of my charms.
“Confine your sonnets to the plain;
“One envious tongue alike disarms,
“You, of your wit, me, of my charms.
“What is, unheard, the tuneful thrill?
“Or what, unknown, the poet's skill?
“What, unadmir'd, a charming mien,
“Or what the rose's blush, unseen?”
“Or what, unknown, the poet's skill?
“What, unadmir'd, a charming mien,
“Or what the rose's blush, unseen?”
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