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LOVE'S FOLLIES.
When, lull'd in passion's dream, my senses slept,
How did I act?—e'en as a wayward child!
I smil'd with pleasure when I should have wept!
And wept with sorrow when I should have smil'd!
How did I act?—e'en as a wayward child!
I smil'd with pleasure when I should have wept!
And wept with sorrow when I should have smil'd!
When Gracia, beautiful but faithless fair,
Who long in passion's bonds my heart had kept,
First with false blushes pitied my despair,
I smil'd with pleasure!—should I not have wept?
Who long in passion's bonds my heart had kept,
First with false blushes pitied my despair,
I smil'd with pleasure!—should I not have wept?
And when, to gratify some wealthier wight,
She left to grief the heart she had beguil'd;
That heart grew sick and, saddening at the sight,
I wept with sorrow!—should I not have smil'd?
She left to grief the heart she had beguil'd;
That heart grew sick and, saddening at the sight,
I wept with sorrow!—should I not have smil'd?
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