ture of another kind,
some coarser substance, unrefin'd—
pc'd for her lordly use thus far, thus vile, below!
“where, where is love's fond, tehroe,
with lordly honour's lofty brow,
the pow'rs you proudly own?
is there, beh love's noble name,
harbour, dark, the selfish aim,
to bless himself alone?
mark maiden-innoce a prey
to love-pretending snares:
this boasted honour turns away,
shunning soft pity's rising sway,
regardless of the tears and unavailing pray'rs!
perhaps this hour, in misery's squalid ,
she s
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