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27+ SAPHO to PHAON.
Love taught my tears in fadder notes to flow, And tun'd my heart to elegies of woe. I burn, I burn, as when thro' ripen'd corn By driving winds the fpreading flames are born ! Phaon to Aetna's (torching fields retires, While I confume with more than Aetna's fires-! No more my foul a charm in mufic finds, Mufic has charms alone for peaceful minds: Soft fcenes of folitude no more can pleafe, Love enters there, and I'm my own difeafe : No more the Lesbian dames my paflion move, Once the dear obje6is of my guilty love ; All other loves are loft in only thine, Ah youth ungrateful to a flame like mine ! Whom would not all thofe blooming charms furprifce, Thofe heav'nly looks, and dear, deluding eyes? The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear, A brighter Phoebus, Phaon might appear , Would you with ivy wreath your flowing hair, Not Bacchus'" felf with Phaon could compare :
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