Horæ Nauseæ

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BY LAWRENCE PEEL.
LONDON: PRINTED BY BRADBURY AND EVANS, WHITEFRIARS. MDCCCXLI.


Love is not blind, but I alone, who steer
My wishes headlong unto death:
Love is no child, but I; who in a breath
Laugh and lament, and hope and fear:
What folly then to speak of “flames of Love!”
Love’s fire from untamed passion springs,
High and presumptuous thoughts are Cupid’s wings,