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Leopards, tygers play, Round her as she lay; While the lion old, Bow'd his mane of gold,

And her bosom lick, And upon her neck, From his eyes of flame, Ruby tears there came; While the liones, Loos'd her slender dres, And naked they convey'd To caves the sleeping maid.

ALL the night in woe, Lyca's parents go; Over vallies deep While the desarts weep.

Tired and woe begone, Hoarse with making moan Arm in arm seven days They trac'd the desart ways. Seven nights they sleep, Among shadows deep, And dream they see their child Starv'd in desart wild Pale thro pathles ways The fancied image strays