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Now at thy call to come I do not deiga:
Beyond thy power presume no more to reiga.
Let me again the tones harmonious bear,
(Truly to bear) I still in fancy can,
Which, when their magic work began,
The passions lulling, proved the power of sorg;
Above itself, ne'er since so sweet or strong:
To call up forms unreal, let my eyes
And ears their proper objects joy to find.
Are only near, my life I lightly prize.
Let the sweet glance returning bless my sight, That soften'd my vain pride, as beams the snow; And let my happy fortune show
Thee placed near her who sends them to my
How stored with captivating charms thou art.
I cannot without this thy power allow.
Ne'er might I from the golden snares be free
Which with its sweet severity inthrall'd,
Which kept for ever love unchanged in me,
Those plants, of Venus and Apollo call'd!
But, since the gift of Liberty, appall'd
I have beheld presented me by Death;
And thou cans and bone else, whome er choc chos,
To second thy ambulous views,
My pride may dare tee
Thy day is pass'd;
my latex breath
I dreaded once, try rage no more alarms
Those arms were vivid eyes, whence, tap wat
Fulti'd Heaven's will; the charm of modes Min
Grace, when the sate, or when she stood, in al
That doubt, which Memory can recall,
What winning posture most enchanted, raised,
Thou madest me yield; but I am now secure.
O'er other souls Heaven gave thee power, to change
Another law, Heaven's varied works to show.
"What doom, pure spirit, plunging us in woe,
Nor fear thy vengeance on my head to draw.
Thy bow thus strain'd, to pierce me vainly tries; My safety's signal were her closing eyes.
Death has absolved me from thy laws,
O Love, since, for her heavenly dwelling, she
I mourn has left me sad and free.