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Scorn the dull crowd that haunt the gloomy shrineOf hopeless love, to murmur and repine!But, should a sigh of milder mood expressThy heart-warm wishes true to happiness, Should Heav'n's fair harbinger delight to pourHer blissful visions on thy pensive hour,No tear to blot thy memory's pictur'd page,No fears but such as Fancy can assuage;Though thy wild heart some hapless hour may miss The peaceful tenor of unvaried bliss,(For love pursues an ever devious race,True to the winding lineaments of grace);Yet still may Hope her talisman employTo snatch from Heaven anticipated joy, And all her kindred energies impartThat burn the brightest in the purest heart!When first the Rhodian's mimic art array'dThe queen of Beauty in her Cyprian shade,The happy master mingled on his piece Each look that charm'd him in the fair of Greece;To faultless Nature true, he stole a graceFrom every finer form and sweeter face;And, as he sojourn'd on the Aegean isles,Woo'd all their love, and treasur'd all their smiles; Then glow'd the tints, pure, precious, and refin'd,And mortal charms seem'd heav'nly when combin'd!Love on the picture smil'd! Expression pour'dHer mingling spirit there—and Greece ador'd!So thy fair hand, enamour'd Fancy! gleans The treasur'd pictures of a thousand scenes!Thy pencil traces on the lover's thoughtSome cottage-home, from towns and toil remote,
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