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64 And Eloia's long depair; The garland bles'd with many a vow, For haughty Sacharia's brow; And, wah'd with tears, the mournful vere That Petrarch laid on Laura's here.

&emsp;But more than all the iter quire, Muic confes'd the pleaing fire. Here overeign Cupid reign'd alone; Muic and ong were all his own. Sweet as in old Arcadian plains, The Britih pipe has caught the trains: And where the Tweed's pure current glides, Or Liffy rolls her limpid tides, Or Thames his oozy waters leads Thro' rural bowers or yellow meads, With many an old romantic tale Has cheer'd the lone equeter'd vale;