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VIRGIL's
Past. VIII.
Run to the Threshold, Amaryllis, hark,155
Our Hylas opens, and begins to bark.
Good Heav'n! may Lovers what they wish believe;
Or dream their wishes, and those dreams deceive!
No more, my Daphnis comes; no more, my Charms;
He comes, he runs, he leaps to my desiring Arms.160
