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may dissemble, and the world may give
 * Her credit for a mastery yet unperformed

O'er feelings that entwine her heart, and live
 * By latent love and fond remembrance warmed.

The gaiety assumed to aid disguise,
 * By pride engendered, badly plays its part;

Serves but to herald on a hundred sighs,
 * Sad native language of a broken heart.

Is it not maddening that a heart should fall
 * A prey to Pride's base mandate, yet

Feel while it bows beneath the baneful thrall
 * A love it would not, if it could, forget.

was leaving to plough the salt wave, Not a soul 'mong his messmates more gallant, or brave, As he stepp'd in the boat as they pull'd from the shore, To go where guns rattle, and loud cannons roar.