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POEMS.
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LINES WRITTEN ON A JOURNEY.

I hasten once more to the place,Which saw the first dawn of my woes!Once more I shall gaze on the face,Which banished my bosom's repose.Ah! Madman, be wise, and retire,The danger while still you may shun;You will gaze, and again will admire,Will again be despised and undone!
Oh! well I remember the morn,Which first showed me Amoret's eyes!She repaid my affection with scorn,I only reproached her with sighs!She laughed at a passion so wild,She called it presumptuous and vain;And the Madman rejoiced that she smiled,Though he knew, she but smiled in disdain.
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