Poems (Mitford)/Lines, imitated from the Italian

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IMITATED FROM THE ITALIAN. 
Thy youth and beauty all admire, And yet, fair Caroline, I'm free; Thine eyes the coldest heart might fire, Yet harmless dart their rays on me.
While gentle Julia's artless grace  My soul with love's soft transport warms, Unmov'd I view thy matchless face, Yet yield to Julia's simple charms.
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'Tis that her smile its dimple owes  To gaiety devoid of art; Tis that her eyes' mild lustre flows  From her own pure and spotless heart.
Thy beauty, fair and haughty maid!  Is transient as a summer's day; But Julia's charms can never fade, Her soul will bloom amid decay.
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