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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!
YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF LADY *
Ah! why with tell-tale tongue reveal *
For this presumption, soon or late,
* Alluding to some verses which she had written on an elder sister.
The sun-beams streak the azure skies, And line with light the mountain's brow: With hounds and horns the hunters rise, And chase the roebuck thro' the snow.