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BG.782.087
23 Sep 1782:41 (1465)
A QUESTION.
Great bards divine! attune your willing lyre,
And in soft music waft me to that world,
Where love's bright flames no longer feed desire,
Or souls with various passions toss'd and hurl'd.
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AN ANSWER TO THE ABOVE,
You wish to know, my friend, why bounteous heav'n
To woman such superiour charms has given.
Th' attractive smile, the freshly blooming cheek,
And eyes, which love's, most powr'ful language speak:
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