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Standomi un giorno solo alla finestra	A
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UNDER VARIOUS ALLEGORIES HE PAINTS THE VIRTUE BEAUTY AND UNTIMELY DEATH OF LAURA	A
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While at my window late I stood alone	B
So new and many things there cross'd my sight	C
To view them I had almost weary grown	B
A dappled hind appear'd upon the right	C
In aspect gentle yet of stately stride	D
By two swift greyhounds chased a black and white	C
Who tore in the poor side	D
Of that fair creature wounds so deep and wide	D
That soon they forced her where ravine and rock	E
The onward passage block	E
Then triumph'd Death her matchless beauties o'er	A
And left me lonely there her sad fate to deplore	A
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Upon the summer wave a gay ship danced	F
Her cordage was of silk of gold her sails	G
Her sides with ivory and ebon glanced	F
The sea was tranquil favouring were the gales	G
And heaven as when no cloud its azure veils	G
A rich and goodly merchandise is hers	H
But soon the tempest wakes	I
And wind and wave to such mad fury stirs	H
That driven on the rocks in twain she breaks	I
My heart with pity aches	I
That a short hour should whelm a small space hide	D
Riches for which the world no equal had beside	D
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In a fair grove a bright young laurel made	J
Surely to Paradise the plant belongs	K
Of sacred boughs a pleasant summer shade	J
From whose green depths there issued so sweet songs	K
Of various birds and many a rare delight	C
Of eye and ear what marvel from the world	L
They stole my senses quite	C
While still I gazed the heavens grew black around	M
The fatal lightning flash'd and sudden hurl'd	L
Uprooted to the ground	M
That blessed birth Alas for it laid low	N
And its dear shade whose like we ne'er again shall know	N
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A crystal fountain in that very grove	O
Gush'd from a rock whose waters fresh and clear	A
Shed coolness round and softly murmur'd love	P
Never that leafy screen and mossy seat	Q
Drew browsing flock or whistling rustic near	A
But nymphs and muses danced to music sweet	Q
There as I sat and drank	R
With infinite delight their carols gay	S
And mark'd their sport the earth before me sank	R
And bore with it away	S
The fountain and the scene to my great grief	T
Who now in memory find a sole and scant relief	T
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A lovely and rare bird within the wood	U
Whose crest with gold whose wings with purple gleam'd	V
Alone but proudly soaring next I view'd	W
Of heavenly and immortal birth which seem'd	V
Flitting now here now there until it stood	U
Where buried fount and broken laurel lay	S
And sadly seeing there	A
The fallen trunk the boughs all stripp'd and bare	A
The channel dried for all things to decay	S
So tend it turn'd away	S
As if in angry scorn and instant fled	X
While through me for her loss new love and pity spread	X
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At length along the flowery sward I saw	Y
So sweet and fair a lady pensive move	Z
That her mere thought inspires a tender awe	A2
Meek in herself but haughty against Love	P
Flow'd from her waist a robe so fair and fine	B2
Seem'd gold and snow together there to join	C2
But ah each charm above	P
Was veil'd from sight in an unfriendly cloud	D2
Stung by a lurking snake as flowers that pine	B2
Her head she gently bow'd	D2
And joyful pass'd on high perchance secure	A
Alas that in the world grief only should endure	A
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My song in each sad change	E2
These visions as they rise sweet solemn strange	E2
But show how deeply in thy master's breast	F2
The fond desire abides to die and be at rest	F2
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MACGREGOR	A

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