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THE DIFFERENCE.
CLOTILDA writes such glowing verses,
Maria scarce with prose can play;
Ah me! how oft an idle fancy
Leads mortals from the narrow way.
Maria scarce with prose can play;
Ah me! how oft an idle fancy
Leads mortals from the narrow way.
For when it came to real singing
Clotilda dared not hum a line,
While fair Maria, like a Sappho,
Poured forth her soul in thrills divine.
Clotilda dared not hum a line,
While fair Maria, like a Sappho,
Poured forth her soul in thrills divine.
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