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Must I, with attentive eye, Watch her heaving bosom sigh ? I will do so, when I see That heaving bosom sigh for me. |
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HOUGH cause for suspicion appears, Yet proofs of her love, too, are strong; I'm a wretch if I'm right in my fears, And unworthy of bliss if I'm wrong. What heart-breaking torments from jealousy flow, Ah ! none but the jealous—the jealous can know ! |
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When blest with the smiles of my fair,
I know not how much I adore : Those smiles let another but share, And I wonder I prized them no more ! Then whence can I hope a relief from my woe, When the falser she seems, still the fonder I grow ! |
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THOU CANST NOT BOAST
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HOU canst not boast of Fortune's store, My love, while me they wealthy call: But I was glad to find thee poor, For with my heart I'd give thee all, And then the grateful youth shall own, I loved him for himself alone. |
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