text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "  Her Bright Eyes sweet, and yet severe,
  VVhere Love and Shame confus'dly strive,
  Fresh Vigor to Lysander give;
  And breathing faintly in his Ear,
  She cry'd--Cease, Cease--your vain Desire,
  Or I'll call out--What would you do?
  My Dearer Honour ev'n to You
  I cannot, must not give--Retire,
  Or take this Life, whose chiefest part
I gave you with the Conquest of my Heart.
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