| 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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| The Sacred Priest the sensless Mob obey'd |
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| If I'd a Fortune equal to my Mind |
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| Solitude |
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| Song |
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| On the Death of My Honoured Mother Mrs. Lee: A Dialogue Between Lucinda and Marissa |
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