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5/S Of Clementina

r N Clementina's artless mien

Lucilla asks me what I see, And are the roses of sixteen

Enough for me?

Lucilla asks, if that be all,

Have I not cull'd as sweet before: Ah yes, Lucilla ' and their fall 1 still deplore.

I now behold another scene,

Where Pleasure beams with Heaven's own light, More pure, more constant, more serene, And not less bright.

Faith, on whose breast the Loves repose,

Whose chain of flowers no force can sever, And Modesty who, when she goes, Is gone for ever.

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ancient chestnut's blossoms threw Their heavy odour over two. Leucippe, it is said, was one; The other, then, was Alciphron. 'Come, come' why should we stand beneath This hollow tree's unwholesome breath" 5 ' Said Alciphron, 'here 's not a blade Of grass or moss, and scanty bhade. Come; it is just the hour to rove In the lone dingle shepherds love;

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