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O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O!
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Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade.
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See, Winter comes to rule the varied year,Sullen and sad.
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Welcome, kindred glooms!Congenial horrors, hail!
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There studious let me sit,And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
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The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid.
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The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews.
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Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?
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But yonder comes the powerful king of day,Rejoicing in the east.
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Ships dim-discovered dropping from the clouds.
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For many a day, and many a dreadful night,Incessant lab'ring round the stormy cape.
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Sighed and looked unutterable things.
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A lucky chance, that oft decides the fateOf mighty monarchs.
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Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age.
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Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come.
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Base Envy withers at another's joy,And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
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But who can paintAmid its gay creation, hues like hers?
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Amid the roses fierce Repentance rearsHer snaky crest.
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Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,To teach the young idea how to shoot.
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For lovelinessBut is when unadorned adorned the most.
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He saw her charming, but he saw not halfThe charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.
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For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh,Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
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They who are pleased themselves must always please.
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He ceased; but still their trembling ears retainedThe deep vibrations of his witching song.
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Plac'd far amid the melancholy main.
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Scoundrel maxim.
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But what most showed the vanity of lifeWas to behold the nations all on fire.
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A little, round, fat, oily man of God.
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