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11I gaz'd on the Rosebush, I heav'd a sad sigh, I gaz'd on the rosebush, and heav'd a sad sigh,
22 And mine eyelid was gemm'd by a tear, And my eyelid was gemm'd with a tear;
33Ah let me, I cried, by my Marian lie, Oh ! let me, I cried, by my Zelida lie,
44 For all that I value sleeps here. For all that I value sleeps here.
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66This Rose-tree once flourish'd and sweeten'd the air, Her sweetness, simplicity, virtue, and charms,
77 Like its blossom, all lovely she grew; Could with nought but a seraph's compare.
88The scent of her breath like its fragrance was rare, Ah! now, since my Zelida's torn from my arms,
9 There is nothing I love but despair.
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11This rosebush once flourish'd and sweeten'd the air,
12 Like its blossom, all lovely, she grew;
13The scent of her breath, as its fragrance, was rare,
914 And her cheeks were more fresh than its hue. And her cheeks were more fresh than its hue.
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1116She planted, she lov'd it, she dew'd its gay head, She planted, she lov'd it, she dew'd its gay head,
1217 And its bloom every rival defied, And its bloom every rival defied;
1318But alas! what was beauty or virtue soon fled, But, alas! what was beauty or virtue soon fled --
1419 In spring they both blossom'd and died. In spring they both blossom'd and died.
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21And now for my bosom this life has no charms,
22 I feel all its troubles and care:
23For since my dear Zelida's rent from my arms,
24 There is nothing I love but despair.

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