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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. There on the ground neglected flung, Itsiustre first began to fade, Since vanity no longer hung Enamour'd on the beauteous'sl?ade. The cheek withholy rapture glowing, The hair unbraided, unconfin'd, The eyes with'tears repentant flowing, Sought but a mirror for the mind. Now, all defac'd with canker'd stains, It glows, delights, reflects, no more, But still, beneath the rust, remains The mirror, brilliant as before. Thus though, beneath the mouldering shroud, Decay the forms there once impress'd, Death has no power the soul to cloud, It only veils its viewless rest. THE WIFE.* NAY, tell me, Charles, in pity speak, This sad, distracting silence break_; ' See Pa? i26. ......... ?Google
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