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Spare the fine tremors of her feeling frame!
At each response the sacred rite requires,
O’er her fair face what wild emotions play!
Ah soon, thine own confest, ecstatic thought!
THE YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF LADY **.
Ah! why with telltale tongue reveal
For this presumption, soon or late,
* Alluding to some verses which she had written on an elder sister.
THE ALPS AT DAYBREAK.
The sunbeams streak the azure skies,
From rock to rock, with giant-bound,
The goats wind slow their wonted way,
And as the echoing cliffs reply,