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<h1 id="id01170" style="margin-top: 2em"> VERSES ON A YOUNG LADY</h1>
<h5 id="id01171"> PLAYING ON A HARPSICHORD AND SINGING.</h5>
<p id="id01172"> 1 When Sappho struck the quivering wire,<br/>
The throbbing breast was all on fire;<br/>
And when she raised the vocal lay,<br/>
The captive soul was charm'd away!<br/></p>
<p id="id01173"> 2 But had the nymph possess'd with these<br/>
Thy softer, chaster power to please,<br/>
Thy beauteous air of sprightly youth,<br/>
Thy native smiles of artless truth—<br/></p>
<p id="id01174"> 3 The worm of grief had never prey'd<br/>
On the forsaken love-sick maid;<br/>
Nor had she mourn'd a hapless flame,<br/>
Nor dash'd on rocks her tender frame.<br/></p>
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