No kitchen my grate;Yet roasts it and boils it
This boarded scaffold doth he not despise;The fate that on its axis turns the earth
Oh may the world confess their priceless worth!In swelling tide tow'rd every region flow
My very being in itself was ended.
Thine all-brightening day hateful alone is to me.Into myself I retreat for shelter, and there, in the silence,
Caprice has just as much concernedAs love in her bold enterprise.
"Should not our glorious son take up his place by our side?"-----AMOR is ever a rogue, and all who believe him are cheated!
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Throbbing with aye-youthful glow;For a raging ETA lies