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The Inquest.
Where's absent Clelia?
VVhere are those Eyes,
That steal away
My Heart in Play,
And over it so strangely Tyrannize?
VVhere are those Eyes,
That steal away
My Heart in Play,
And over it so strangely Tyrannize?
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I thought I had been free;
But looking round,
Alas for me!
I nought cou'd see,
Yet found my self in Fetters closely bound.
But looking round,
Alas for me!
I nought cou'd see,
Yet found my self in Fetters closely bound.
I laid me down to rest;
And yet my mind
Was still opprest,
And in my Breast
I did a hundred thousand torments find.
And yet my mind
Was still opprest,
And in my Breast
I did a hundred thousand torments find.
I walk'd the City round,
In search of ease;
But nothing found
On which to ground
A hope of Remedy for my Disease.
In search of ease;
But nothing found
On which to ground
A hope of Remedy for my Disease.
Into the Countrey streight
I made repair,
To mittigate
My cruel Fate,
But I found nothing there, but sad Despair.
I made repair,
To mittigate
My cruel Fate,
But I found nothing there, but sad Despair.
I view'd the Arched Skie,
And foaming Sea,
The first too high
For me to flye,
And t'other deep, as is my Misery.
And foaming Sea,
The first too high
For me to flye,
And t'other deep, as is my Misery.
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I cou'd not tell what course
Or way to Steer;
Or by what force
To gain Remorse,
And ease my Heart of this my cruel fear.
Or way to Steer;
Or by what force
To gain Remorse,
And ease my Heart of this my cruel fear.
At last my Clelia came,
O blest Reprieve!
And ceas'd to blame
My ardent Flame;
And for her sake commanded me to live.
O blest Reprieve!
And ceas'd to blame
My ardent Flame;
And for her sake commanded me to live.
What happiness was this,
To one as lost?
O who cou'd wish
So great a Bliss,
Half starv'd at Sea, to gain so blest a Coast?
To one as lost?
O who cou'd wish
So great a Bliss,
Half starv'd at Sea, to gain so blest a Coast?
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