Song LIII., pp.305-306.

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TRansported with pleasure, 

I gaze on my treasure, 

And ravish my sight; 

While she gayly smiling, 

My anguish beguiling, 

Augments my delight. 


How blest is a lover, 

Whose torments are over, 

His fears and his pain; 

When beauty relenting, 

Repays with consenting, 

Her scorn and disdain. 

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