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...glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destin'd prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow ; Can all our tears,...roses blow, Where Nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrow'd gloss of art ? Speak not of fate : ah ! change the theme, And talk of odours,...

...glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destin'd prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow ; Can all our tears,...roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrow'd gloss of art ? Speak not of fate : — ah ! change the And talk of odours, talk...

...glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destin'd prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow ; Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New luslre to those charms impart ? Can cheeks where living roses blow, Where Nature spreads her richest...