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 * Let him from thee gain such refreshment kind;

Though much another day it caused me shame, In my mad cruelty and frenzy's blame,
 * My crimson'd heels, and thy torn flanks to find.


 * Pardon my fury! beats upon my eye

The sorrowing tear. Friend, when my shouts declare Impatience, then the biting spur to spare
 * Wait not, but toss thy mane, thy head, and fly.


 * wearying summer's burning heat

Is now assuaged; for from the North The winds from frost come shaken forth,
 * 'Midst clouds o'er Cuba rushing fleet,
 * And free us from the fever's wrath.


 * Deep roars the sea, with breast swell'd high,

And beats the beach with lashing waves; Zephyr his wings in freshness laves,
 * And o'er the sun and shining sky,
 * Veil-like, transparent vapours fly.