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HE PRAYS LOVE TO KINDLE ALSO IN HER THE FLAME BY WHICH HE IS UNCEASINGLY / TORMENTED.
Alas! this heart by me was little known / In those first days when Love its depths explored, / Where by degrees he made himself the lord / Of my whole life, and claim'd it as his own: / I did not think that, through his power alone, / A heart time-steel'd, and so with valour stored, / Such proof of failing firmness could afford, / And fell by wrong self-confidence o'erthrown.