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THE SLIGHTED LOVER
“Spes animi credula mutui.”
Horace.
I lov'd a woman, and too fondly thought
The vows she made were constant and sincere;
But now, alas! in agony am taught,
That she is faithless—I no longer dear!
The vows she made were constant and sincere;
But now, alas! in agony am taught,
That she is faithless—I no longer dear!
Why was I phrenzied when her bright black eye,
With ray pernicious, flash'd upon my gaze?
Why did I burn with feverish ecstacy,
Stung with her scorn, and ravish'd with her praise?
With ray pernicious, flash'd upon my gaze?
Why did I burn with feverish ecstacy,
Stung with her scorn, and ravish'd with her praise?
Would that her loveliness of form and mind
Had only kindled friendship's calmer glow!
Then had I been more tranquil and resign'd,
And her neglect had never touch'd me so.
Had only kindled friendship's calmer glow!
Then had I been more tranquil and resign'd,
And her neglect had never touch'd me so.
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But with such peerless charms before his sight,
Who would not own resistless Love's control?
Feel the deep thrilling of intense delight,
And lose at once the balance of his soul?
Who would not own resistless Love's control?
Feel the deep thrilling of intense delight,
And lose at once the balance of his soul?
Such was my fate—one sole enchanting hope,
One darling object from all else I chose:
That hope is gone—its blighted blossoms droop;
And where shall hopeless passion find repose?
One darling object from all else I chose:
That hope is gone—its blighted blossoms droop;
And where shall hopeless passion find repose?
C. T.
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