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By this, ev'n now they live, ev'n now they charm,
Their wit still sparkling, and their flames still warm.
Now crown'd with myrtle, on th'Elysian coast,
Amidst those lovers, joys his gentle ghost:
Pleas'd, while with smiles his happy lines you view,
And finds a fairer Ramboüillet in you.
The brightest eyes of France inspir'd his Muse,
The brightest eyes of Britain now peruse,
And dead as living, 'tis our author's pride,
Still to charm those who charm the world beside.
Their wit still sparkling, and their flames still warm.
Now crown'd with myrtle, on th'Elysian coast,
Amidst those lovers, joys his gentle ghost:
Pleas'd, while with smiles his happy lines you view,
And finds a fairer Ramboüillet in you.
The brightest eyes of France inspir'd his Muse,
The brightest eyes of Britain now peruse,
And dead as living, 'tis our author's pride,
Still to charm those who charm the world beside.
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