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TO CAROLINE.
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Think'st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes,Suffus'd in tears, implore to stay;
And heard unmov'd thy plenteous sighs,
Which said far more than words can say?
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Though keen the grief thy tears exprest,When love and hope lay both o'erthrown;
Yet still, my girl, this bleeding breast
Throbb'd, with deep sorrow, as thine own.
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But, when our cheeks with anguish glow'd,When thy sweet lips were join'd to mine;
The tears that from my eyelids flow'd
Were lost in those which fell from thine.
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Thou could'st not feel my burning cheek,Thy gushing tears had quench'd its flame,
And, as thy tongue essay'd to speak,
In sighs alone it breath'd my name.
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And yet, my girl, we weep in vain,In vain our fate in sighs deplore;
Remembrance only can remain,
But that, will make us weep the more.
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Again, thou best belov'd, adieu!Ah! if thou canst, o'ercome regret,
Nor let thy mind past joys review,
Our only hope is, to forget!
1805.
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