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ADONIS.
In vain! in vain! I must refuse
The love so freely proffer'd me:
I may not love but where I choose,
Though Venus' self the wooer be.
The love so freely proffer'd me:
I may not love but where I choose,
Though Venus' self the wooer be.
Hadst thou but waited, who can tell
What happy gatherer might pass?
The fruit that of its own weight fell
Is left to wither on the grass.
What happy gatherer might pass?
The fruit that of its own weight fell
Is left to wither on the grass.
In vain thy love-ripe lips, thy arms
Twined round me to compel my stay:
Were but reserve among thy charms,
Perhaps I had not turn'd away.
Twined round me to compel my stay:
Were but reserve among thy charms,
Perhaps I had not turn'd away.
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