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Rh  To Memphis, or the banks of Nile, Where bright suns for ever smile. But, alas! nor peace nor rest Dwells within my hapless breast: Love still builds and hatches there, Full-fledged loves for flight prepare; Some, unhatch'd, yet quiet dwell, Some just struggling through the shell, While their ceaseless chirping noise Every hope of peace destroys. Some usurp the parent's care, And the younger nestlings rear; These, when grown, will young ones breed; Others still to them succeed. Thus, alas! what hope remains— What can ease my bosom's pains, Since within its secret cell Loves innumerable dwell?

me not, thou scornful fair,
 * Why reject me so?

Is it that my scanty hair
 * Is whiter than the snow?