In Tale Stella Duo Begli Occhi Vidi. The Beauty Of Laura Is Peerless. In One Fair Star I Saw Two Brilliant Eyes, With Sweetness, Modesty, So Glistening O'Er, That Soon Those Graceful Nests Of Love Before My Worn Heart Learnt All Others To Despise: Equall'D Not Her Whoever Won The Prize In Ages Gone On Any Foreign Shore; Not She To Greece Whose Wondrous Beauty Bore Unnumber'D Ills, To Troy Death'S Anguish'D Cries: Not The Fair Roman, Who, With Ruthless Blade Piercing Her Chaste And Outraged Bosom, Fled Dishonour Worse Than Death, Like Charms Display'D; Such Excellence Should Brightest Glory Shed On Nature, As On Me Supreme Delight, But, Ah! Too Lately Come, Too Soon It Takes Its Flight. Macgregor.
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