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CANTO I.] LVIII.

The seal Love's dimpling finger hath impressed

Denotes how soft that chin which bears his touch:N12

Her lips, whose kisses pout to leave their nest,

Bid man be valiant ere he merit such:

Her glance how wildly beautiful! how much

Hath Phœbus wooed in vain to spoil her cheek,

Which glows yet smoother from his amorous clutch!

Who round the North for paler dames would seek?

How poor their forms appear! how languid, wan, and weak!

LIX.

Match me, ye climes! which poets love to laud;

Match me, ye harems of the land! where now