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[But Thousands wheeld unheeded there for me]
But Thousands wheeld unheeded there for me
Love all my thoughts, & Eyes still turn'd on thee
Th'Italian chanting tunefull on the Stage
The Mimicks Lashing folys of the Age
for me Imployd but Idly all their care
when my delight in chief thy self was there
Love all my thoughts, & Eyes still turn'd on thee
Th'Italian chanting tunefull on the Stage
The Mimicks Lashing folys of the Age
for me Imployd but Idly all their care
when my delight in chief thy self was there
Ah tell me fairest can thy Heart incline
to Love and match a flame so pure as mine
does the Extatick Glow & Cloud by turns,
which the true Lover's Spirit damps & burns,
Checquer thy minutes?—happy wert for me
wouldst thou say yes my Henry tis for thee
to Love and match a flame so pure as mine
does the Extatick Glow & Cloud by turns,
which the true Lover's Spirit damps & burns,
Checquer thy minutes?—happy wert for me
wouldst thou say yes my Henry tis for thee
The fondest Matron from the Hostile plain
her only Son reported to've been slain
recieving home in perfect bloom of Health
a Sculcking Bankrupt raisd to princely wealth
higher than theirs my Bliss would rise divine
were thy Love fixd on me & equald mine
her only Son reported to've been slain
recieving home in perfect bloom of Health
a Sculcking Bankrupt raisd to princely wealth
higher than theirs my Bliss would rise divine
were thy Love fixd on me & equald mine
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Wealth, Shining blaze of Titles, & renown,
of wearers & supporters of a Crown
Stars, Coronets Gold Keys or whytend Rods
which mount th'Ambitious up to demi Gods
in vulgar view—Look litle all in mine
compared to one consenting smile of thine
of wearers & supporters of a Crown
Stars, Coronets Gold Keys or whytend Rods
which mount th'Ambitious up to demi Gods
in vulgar view—Look litle all in mine
compared to one consenting smile of thine
Shoud fate sweep of the whole of Humane kind
we but exeem'd, in Emma's form & mind
I'd think of Bliss I had the fullest store
bow gratefull to the Heavens & ask no more
we but exeem'd, in Emma's form & mind
I'd think of Bliss I had the fullest store
bow gratefull to the Heavens & ask no more
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