Their drawings, dancings on appointed days,
Playing with globes, and getting parts of plays;
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The tender friendships made 'twixt heart and heart,
When the dear friends had nothing to impart:—
All! all! are over;—now th' accomplished maid
Longs for the world, of nothing there afraid.
Dreams of delight invade her gentle breast,
And fancied lovers rob the heart of rest;
At the paternal door a carriage stands,