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Ovid's Metamorphoses.
Book 10.
Still here the Fate of lovely Forms we see,
So sudden fades the sweet Anemoniè.
The feeble Stems, to stormy Blasts a Prey,
Their sickly Beauties droop, and pine away.
The Winds forbid the Flow'rs to flourish long,
Which owe to Winds their Names in Grecian Song.
The End of the Tenth Book.
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