| When ancient Greece was for her Arts renown'd |
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| I can this Canaan only view |
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| Where Night her sable Wings shall ne'er display |
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| Love quickly would the World unite |
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| Our Days are crown'd with soft Delights |
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| With as much Ease may Fire and Ice combine |
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| Sincerity's my chief Delight |
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| Solitude |
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| Song |
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| Icarus |
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