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...glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow: Can all our tears,...can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart 1 Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrowed...

...glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow: Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart1 Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrowed...

...bosoms glow, Can all our tears, can all our sight, New lustre to those charms impart I Can checks, where living roses blow, Where NATURE spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrow'd gloss of ART I " GOD MADE THE COUNTRY ; AND MAN THE TOWN," — sings one of our sweetest poets. How does our heart...