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To Mrs. O*****d,
On her acting Cleopatra.
Oft has my Soul with strong Compassion strove,
To think of Antony's ill-fated Love;
To see him shrink before th' ambitious Boy,
Fame, Life, and Honour given for transient Joy!
Thus once I thought — but now my Error see,
And the lost Hero stands absolv'd by Thee.
To think of Antony's ill-fated Love;
To see him shrink before th' ambitious Boy,
Fame, Life, and Honour given for transient Joy!
Thus once I thought — but now my Error see,
And the lost Hero stands absolv'd by Thee.
Had Cleopatra's Charms like O---D's shone!
Had she the tuneful Magic of thy Tongue!
Well might the Roman of his Softness boast,
And think that Love atton'd for Empire lost:
Well might he from the glorious War remove
And barter Crowns and Provinces for Love!
For oh! who would not make the Fate his own?
And wish to be so gloriously undone!
Had she the tuneful Magic of thy Tongue!
Well might the Roman of his Softness boast,
And think that Love atton'd for Empire lost:
Well might he from the glorious War remove
And barter Crowns and Provinces for Love!
For oh! who would not make the Fate his own?
And wish to be so gloriously undone!
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