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LOVE TORMENTING THE SOUL *[1]
I.
Young tyrant, and young torturer!
Young Love! how can it be,
That such extremes and opposites
Should meet and mix in thee?
II.
Thou of the rainbow wing! whose reign
Is as the colours there,
If thou hadst such delight in pain,
Thou could'st not be so fair.
III.
I looked upon thy morning cheek,
Thy lip with ruby dyed,
And then I blamed thy painted task,
And said thou wert belied.
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* See the title-page.
