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Though, climbing oft, she strives with bolder grace
Round his tall neck to clasp her fond embrace,
Still ere she reach it, from his polished side
Her trembling hands in devious Tangents glide.
Not thus Hyperbola;[[230]]—with subtlest art
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The blue-eyed wanton plays her changeful part;
Quick as her conjugated axes move
Through every posture of luxurious love,