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Thus as she stood, 'twixt hope and fear, she spy'd,On the torn margin of the river's side,
A form more beauteous than that shepherd wore,
Whom Venus tempted on the Syrian shore.
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“Turn not, sweet maid, thy gentle steps away.”
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