. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Wi^\\f tempt me not to love again, There was a time when love was sweet;Dear Nea! had I known thee then, Our souls had not been slow to , 0, this weary heart hath run, So many a time, the rounds of pain,Not evn for thee, thou lovely one. Would I endure such pangs again. If there be climes, where never yetThe print of beautys foot was set,Where man may pass his loveless nights,Unfeverd by her false my wounded soul would rosv cheek or radiant eyeShould bring no more their bliss, or pain,Nor fett

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. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . Wi^\\f tempt me not to love again, There was a time when love was sweet;Dear Nea! had I known thee then, Our souls had not been slow to , 0, this weary heart hath run, So many a time, the rounds of pain,Not evn for thee, thou lovely one. Would I endure such pangs again. If there be climes, where never yetThe print of beautys foot was set,Where man may pass his loveless nights,Unfeverd by her false my wounded soul would rosv cheek or radiant eyeShould bring no more their bliss, or pain,Nor fetter me to earth again. •r<«j- k<c*f

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