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| Ah! where are fled the joys of youth,
| | Calloandro |
| Which danc'd within this breast?
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| Ah! where are fled the halcyon days,
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| And nights of peaceful rest?
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| 'Tis love does thus its fires impart,
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| And drives coposure from my heart.
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| Ah! now I sigh, and now I languish,
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| Now start with pangs of fiercest anguish.
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| Pity with Justice I invoke,
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| To shield from black Despair's fell stroke.
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| '''Calloandro'''
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| Youth and Beauty's fairest flower,
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| I fell and own your cruel power!
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| 'Tis you that pierce this faithful breast
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| Destroy my peace, drive far my rest;
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| Afflict with ev'ry sort of pain,
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| Transfix my heart and fire my brain.
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| Your pity, maiden, I implore,
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| My fleeting senses to restore.
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| Woman, ever fair and frail,
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| Wafted by each passing gale,
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| I know your weakness, pretty flow'r
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| Complain of losing youthful power!
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| 'Tis you afflict with ev'ry pain;
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| 'Tis woman dissipates the brain.</poem>
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