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...— Can cheeks where living roses blow, Where Nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrowed gloss of art ? Speak not of fate — ah ! change the theme, And talk of odors, talk of wine ; Talk of the flowers, that round us bloom ; 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream...

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...translated by Sir William Jotu-a. 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 luster to those charms impart ? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where Nature spreads her richest...

...destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New luster to those charms impart \ Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where Nature spreads her richest dyes, Eequire the borrowed gloss of art ? Speak not of fate : — ah ! change the theme, And talk of odors,...

...say: Tell them, their Eden cannot show A stream so clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. Speak not of fate : Ah ! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom: Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream ; To love and joy thy thoughts confine,...

...glance my tender heart 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,...Where Nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrowed gloss of art? Speak not of fate: — ah! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine,...

...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,...living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dies, Require the borrow'd gloss of art? Speak not of fate : — ah ! change the theme, And talk of...

...glance my tender heart invades, And robs my wounded soul of reft, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow: Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New luster to those charms impart? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where Nature spreads her richest...