A noisy drudge, from morn till night was seen;—
But she, the daughter, boasts a decent room,
Adorn'd with carpet, form'd in Wilton's loom;
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Fair prints along the paper'd wall are spread
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There, Werter sees the sportive children fed,
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And Charlotte, here, bewails her lover dead.
'Tis here, assembled, while in space apart