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AMYNTAS.
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That memorable kiss conveyed such sweets,
Though mixed with lurking poison to my heart,
That I kept up the fraud; and oft told Sylvia,
Her magick had not its effect on me;
And she repeated oft the pleasing charm.
Augmenting daily from that fatal time,
My passion grew at length so violent,
And so impatient my anxiety,
They tore my breast, and forced me to reveal them.
Once when the shepherds, and the nymphs were met,
For evening relaxation, at the pastime,
In which each member of the merry circle
Whispers his secret in his neighbour's ear;
My cruel fair was seated next to me.
I whispered her,—"Sylvia, I burn for thee;
Favour thy lover's passion, or he dies."
She to the ground her beauteous face declined,
Suffused with sudden red, the mark of shame,
And anger: silence was her sole rejoinder;

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