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240 .SONGS? AND I KNOW THEE, NOW. x?�ow thee,. now, yet cannot tear Thine image from my breast; In virtue's spite, it lingers there,' A fear'd, yet cherish'd guest. So, the poor moth can ne'er retire, Which once the taper bums; He thought it light, .and found it fire, Yet, ev'n in death, returns. SONG O17 THE SEA-NYMPHS. Fa?. from the realms of air, In the coral groves we dwell, And our gardens are deck'd with the sea-weed rare, And our home is the pearly shell. ......... ?Google
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