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Song CVI., p.352.

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WHile silently I lov’d, nor dar’d, 

To tell my crime aloud, 

The influence of your smiles I shar’d, 

In common with the crowd. 


But when I once my flame exprest, 

In hopes to ease my pain, 

You singl’d me out from all the rest, 

The mark of your disdain. 


If thus, Corinna, you shall frown 

On all that do adore, 

Then all mankind must be undone, 

Or you must smile no more. 

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