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For] Tho' M. P.
Between lines [52-3]
This hand should make his life-blood flow,
That ever scorn'd my Lewti so.
I cannot chuse but fix my sight
On that small vapour, thin and white!
So thin it scarcely, I protest,
Bedims the star that shines behind it!
And pity dwells in Lewti's breast
Alas! if I knew how to find it.
And O! how sweet it were, I wist,
To see my Lewti's eyes to-morrow
Shine brightly thro' as thin a mist
Of pity and repentant sorrow!
Nay treach'rous image! leave my mind—
Ah, Lewti! why art thou unkind?
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Hush!] Slush! Sibylline Leaves (Errata, S. L., p. [xi], for Slush r. Hush).
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Had I the enviable power
To creep unseen with noiseless tread
Then should I view
M. P., An. Anth.