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...Had snil'd the current of her sinless years, And turn'd her pure heart's purest blood to tears. II. Oh, Love ! what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal to be loved t Ah ! why With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers, And made thy best interpreter a sigh...

...his judgment till some conclusive evidence might assist him in discovering the villain. CHAPTER XV. " Oh, love! what is it in this world of ours Which makes it fatal lo he InvM ? ah ! why With cypress branches hast thou wreath'tl thy bowers. And made thy best interpreter...

...self each sordid thought ; A ray of him who formed the whole ; A glory circling round the soul ! ***** Oh, Love ! what is it in this world of ours Which...And made thy best interpreter a sigh ? As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers, And place them on their breast — but place to dk — Thus the frail...

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